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April is the fourth month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian calendars. April is commonly associated with the season of spring in the Northern hemisphere and autumn in the Southern hemisphere, where it is the seasonal equivalent to October in the Northern hemisphere and vice versa.
- Oh to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now!
- Robert Browning, Home Thoughts from Abroad.
- Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour
- Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales (opening lines).
- April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
- Thomas Stearns Eliot, The Waste Land (opening lines).
- Will you not come home, brother? you have been long away,
It's April, and blossom time, and white is the spray;
And bright is the sun, brother, and warm is the rain, -
Will you not come home, brother, home to us again?
- I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen the lady April bringing the daffodils,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.
- If April showers
Should come your way,
They bring the flowers
That bloom in May.
- Buddy de Sylva, Song: April Showers.
- April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical QuotationsEdit
- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 38-39.
- 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 multitude
Of golden chalices to humming birds
And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
- William Cullen Bryant, The Fountain.
- 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 Clare, The Village Minstrel and Other Poems, The Last of April.
- Every tear is answered by a blossom,
Every sigh with songs and laughter blent,
Apple-blooms upon the breezes toss them.
April knows her own, and is content.
- Susan Coolidge, April.
- Now the noisy winds are still;
April's coming up the hill!
All the spring is in her train,
Led by shining ranks of rain;
Pit, pat, patter, clatter,
Sudden sun and clatter patter!
* * * * *
All things ready with a will,
April's coming up the hill!
- Mary Mapes Dodge, Now the Noisy Winds are Still.
- The April winds are magical,
And thrill our tuneful frames;
The garden-walks are passional
To bachelors and dames.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, April.
- Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!
- W. H. Gibson, Pastoral Days, Spring.
- 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.
- Richard Hovey, April.
- 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.
- Helen Hunt Jackson, Verses, April.
- 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.
- Lucy Larcom, The Sister Months.
- I love the season well
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming on of storms.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, An April Day, line 6.
- 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.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, An April Day, Stanza 8.
- Sweet April-time—O cruel April-time!
Year after year returning, with a brow
Of promise, and red lips with longing paled,
And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys
Of vanished springs, like flowers.
- Dinah Craik, April.
- 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.
- Poor Robin's Almanac (1760), "All Fools' Day".
- The lyric sound of laughter
Fills all the April hills,
The joy-song of the crocus,
The mirth of daffodils.
- Clinton Scollard, April Music.
- When well apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping winter treads.
- When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet XCVIII.
- Sweet April's tears,
Dead on the hem of May
- Alexander Smith, A Life Drama, scene 8, line 308.
- 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.
- Harriet Prescott Spofford, April.
- Sweet April showers
Do bring May flowers.
- Thomas Tusser, Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry, Chapter XXXIX.
- Again the blackbirds sing; the streams
Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams,
And tremble in the April showers
The tassels of the maple flowers.
- John Greenleaf Whittier, The Singer, Stanza 20.