| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Smith | Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May. |
| Clinton Scollard | The lyric sound of laughter Fills all the April hills The joy-song of the crocus, The mirth of daffodils. |
| Harriet Prescott Spofford | A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, A cloud, and a rainbow's warning, Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue-- An April day in the morning. |
| Helen Hunt Jackson | For April sobs while these are so glad April weeps while these are so gay,-- Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed. |
| John Clare | Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms 'neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away. |
| John Greenleaf Whittier | Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flowers. |
| Lucy Larcom | The children with the streamlets sing, When April stops at last her weeping; And every happy growing thing Laughs like a babe just roused from sleeping. |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson | The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames. |
| Richard Hovey | Make me over, Mother April, When the sap begins to stir! When thy flowery hand delivers All the mountain-prisoned rivers, And thy great heart beats and quivers, To revive the days that were. |
| Sir William Watson | April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter, Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears! |
| T Stearns Eliot | April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. |
| Thomas Tusser | Sweet April showers Do bring May flowers. |
| Unattributed Author | She who from April dates her years, Diamonds should wear, lest bitter tears For vain repentance flow; this stone, Emblem of innocence is known. |
| Unattributed Author | The first of April, some do say Is set apart for All Fools' day; But why the people call it so, Nor I, nor they themselves, do know. |
| William Cullen Bryant | When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multiple OF golden chalices to humming birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky. |
| William Hamilton Gibson | Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day! |
| William Shakespeare | Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparelled April on the heel Of limping Winter treads, even such delight Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night Inherit at my house. |
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