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Spring Lo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus’ train, appear, And wake the purple year! The Attic warbler pours her throat Responsive to the cuckoo’s note, The untaught harmony of spring: While, whispering pleasure as they fly, Cool... Poet: Thomas Gray	Spring in Carolina Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air Which dwells with all things fair, Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain, Is with us once again. Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with... Poet: Henry Timrod	Spring Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze; The streams, rejoiced that winter’s work is done, Talk of to-morrow’s cowslips, as they run. Wild apple, thou art blushing into bloom!... Poet: Ebenezer Elliott	Spring From “In Memoriam” LXXXII. DIP down upon the northern shore, O sweet new-year, delaying long: Thou dost expectant Nature wrong; Delaying long, delay no more. What stays thee from the clouded noons, Thy sweetness from its proper place... Poet: Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Song: “The year ’s at the spring” From “Pippa Passes” THE YEAR ’S at the spring, And day ’s at the morn; Morning ’s at seven; The hill-side ’s dew-pearled; The lark ’s on the wing; The snail ’s on the thorn; God ’s in His heaven— All ’s right with the world. Poet: Robert Browning	To the Spring From “Hymnes of Astræa, in Acrosticke Verse” E ARTH now is green, and heaven is blue, L ively Spring which makes all new, I olly Spring, doth enter; S weet young sun beams do subdue A ngry, agèd Winter. B lasts are mild, and seas are calm,... Poet: Sir John Davies	The Lawyer’s Invocation to Spring Whereas, on certain boughs and sprays Now divers birds are heard to sing, And sundry flowers their heads upraise, Hail to the coming on of spring! The songs of those said birds arouse The memory of our youthful hours, As green as those said... Poet: Henry Howard Brownell	Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/Another Spring If I might see another Spring I'd not plant summer flowers and wait: I'd have my crocuses at once, My leafless pink mezereons, My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yet My white or azure violet, Leaf... Poet:
Before you thought of Spring Before you thought of Spring Except as a Surmise You see — God bless his suddenness — A Fellow in the Skies Of independent Hues A little weather worn Inspiriting habiliments Of Indigo and Brown... Poet:	Spring comes on the World — Spring comes on the World — I sight the Aprils — Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative, Touched to Conditions By a Hum. Poet: