823 match(es) found in poems

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
...
Robert Frost

Spring Spring Spring
is almost here
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taylor hurttgam

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
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Robert Frost

A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
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Emily Dickinson

By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
...
William Carlos Williams

When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
...
William Shakespeare

Sound the flute!
Now it's mute!
...
William Blake

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
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Gerard Manley Hopkins

I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
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Sara Teasdale

Spring is like spring flowers it is nice.
Spring is a beautiful season.
...
Lawanna Holt

1 Halted against the shade of a last hill,
2 They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease
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Wilfred Owen

Spring is life
Spring is hope
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Archie Greenidge

The sky has given over
its bitterness.
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William Carlos Williams

My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach,
And the <i>koil</i> sings above it, in the siris by the well,
...
Rudyard Kipling

Spring has sprung
With the abundance
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Scott Austin

Birds' love and birds' song
Flying here and there,
...
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
...
Rainer Maria Rilke

O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
...
William Blake

The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
...
Robert Browning

O
Out of a bed of love
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Dylan Thomas

I HEARD a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
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William Wordsworth

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

Tulips shyly smiling, greet the spring
Tightly closed when at
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Mary Havran

In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay