April

“Oh to be in EnglandIn England - now!”

“Whan that Aprille with his shoures sooteOf which vertu engendred is the flour.”

“April is the cruellest month, breedingA little life with dried tubers.”

“By the rude bridge that arched the flood, And fired the shot heard round the world.”

“Of all the months that fill the yearWith sweet variety !”

“Will you not come home, brother? you have been long away,Will you not come home, brother, home to us again?”

“I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hillsBringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.”

“If April showersThat bloom in May.”

“April, April,Weep thy girlish tears!”

“When April windsAnd silken-wing'd insects of the sky.”

“Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn And all poor April's charms are swept away.”

“Every tear is answered by a blossom, April knows her own, and is content.”

“Now the noisy winds are still;April's coming up the hill!”

“The April winds are magical, To bachelors and dames.”

“Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!”

“Make me over, Mother April,To revive the days that were.”

“For April sobs while these are so glad Playing with flowers, lost its way.”

“The children with the streamlets sing, Laughs like a babe just roused from sleeping.”

“I love the season well The coming on of storms.”

“Sweet April! many a thought Life's golden fruit is shed.”

“Sweet April-time—O cruel April-time!Of vanished springs, like flowers.”

“The first of April, some do sayNor I, nor they themselves, do know.”

“The lyric sound of laughter The mirth of daffodils.”

“When well apparell'd April on the heelOf limping winter treads.”

“When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trimHath put a spirit of youth in everything.”

“Spongy April.”

“Sweet April's tears,Dead on the hem of May”

“A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, An April day in the morning.”

“Sweet April showersDo bring May flowers.”

“Again the blackbirds sing; the streamsThe tassels of the maple flowers.”