Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

It’s spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

The first wild-flower of the year is like land after sea.

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!... What at such a time are histories, chronologies, traditions, and all written revelations? The brooks sing carols and glees to the spring.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

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

The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

Spring was running in a thin green flame over the valley.

In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

Welcome as the flowers in May.

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.

And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.

So then the year is repeating its old story again. We are come once more, thank God! to its most charming chapter. The violets and the Mayflowers are as its inscriptions or vignettes. It always makes a pleasant impression on us, when we open again at these pages of the book of life.

Spring. March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers.

The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.

Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.

Spring: trees flying up to their birds

Oh, Spring is surely coming, Her couriers fill the air; Each morn are new arrivals, Each night her ways prepare; I scent her fragrant garments, Her foot is on the stair.