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    Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?
    O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
    The bitter wind makes not the victory vain.
    Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.

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Ah, March! we know thou art
Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,
And, out of sight, read more

Ah, March! we know thou art
Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,
And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!

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The ides of March are come.

The ides of March are come.

by William Shakespeare Found in: March Quotes,
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Who in this world of ours their eyes
In March first open shall be wise;
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Who in this world of ours their eyes
In March first open shall be wise;
In days of peril firm and brave,
And wear a Bloodstone to their grave.

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March comes in with an adder's head, and goes out with a
peacock's tail.

March comes in with an adder's head, and goes out with a
peacock's tail.

by Richard Lawson Gales Found in: March Quotes,
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All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the read more

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.

by Lord Alfred Tennyson Found in: March Quotes,
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Beware the ides of March.

Beware the ides of March.

by William Shakespeare Found in: March Quotes,
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March: Its stone, Bloodstone.

March: Its stone, Bloodstone.

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Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
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Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping--anon--anon!
There's joy in the mountains:
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone.

by William Wordsworth Found in: March Quotes,
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March: Its tree, Juniper.

March: Its tree, Juniper.

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