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    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.

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March: Its tree, Juniper.

March: Its tree, Juniper.

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Ah, March! we know thou art
Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,
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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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March: Its motto, "Courage and strength in times of danger."

March: Its motto, "Courage and strength in times of danger."

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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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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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With rushing winds and gloomy skies
The dark and stubborn Winter dies:
Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,
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With rushing winds and gloomy skies
The dark and stubborn Winter dies:
Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,
Bidding her earliest child arise;
March!

by Bayard Taylor Found in: March Quotes,
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In fierce March weather
White waves break tether,
And whirled together
At either hand,
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In fierce March weather
White waves break tether,
And whirled together
At either hand,
Like weeds uplifted,
The tree-trunks rifted
In spars are drifted,
Like foam or sand.

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Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
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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.

by William Morris Found in: March Quotes,
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