William Cowper Quotes

When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.

When the leaves of the strongest tree fall, spring is here.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.

Only the soldier pines and sentinels still showed green; the broadleaf trees had donned mantles of russet and gold, or else uncloaked themselves to scratch against the sky with branches brown and bare.

The calla lilies are in bloom again.

The spring is already here with her hands full of flowers.

Suddenly a mist of green on the trees, as quiet as thought.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.

The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Heaven's Virginia when the year's at its Spring.

Spring: trees flying up to their birds

No one comes from the earth like grass. We come like trees. We all have roots.