830 match(es) found in poems

A Prayer In Spring

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


Spring is life
Spring is hope
Archie Greenidge

The Spring And The Fall

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

I So Liked Spring

I so liked Spring last year
Because you were here;-
Charlotte Mary Mew

When Spring Goes By

The winds that on the uplands softly lie,
Grow keener where the ice is lingering still
Duncan Campbell Scott

A Light Exists In Spring

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

Spring Rain

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

Flower God, God Of The Spring

FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,
Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,
Robert Louis Stevenson

Spring And All

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

First Day Of Spring

First day of spring--
I keep thinking about
Matsuo Basho

Spring Pools

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

Early Spring

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

Paris In Spring

The city's all a-shining
Beneath a fickle sun,
Sara Teasdale

Beginning Of Spring

Eternal sunshine brightly
rises over the east
Hemakumar Nanayakkara

Ode To Spring

It snowed today
Sonya Florentino


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

Spring And Fall: To A Young Child

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

Before You Thought Of Spring,

Before you thought of spring,
Except as a surmise,
Emily Dickinson

Spring Break

The teachers let monkeys out.
I hear the bell ring.


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

The Winter's Spring

The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
John Clare

Lines Written In Early Spring

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

Spring Cleaning

Clean away the cobwebs
make light of dirt and grime
David Keig


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

Spring Comes To Murray Hill

I sit in an office at 244 Madison Avenue
And say to myself You have a responsible job havenue?
Ogden Nash

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