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Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, read more
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall,
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Of if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
Spring is God's way of saying, 'One more time!'
Spring is God's way of saying, 'One more time!'
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, read more
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the read more
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
In a way winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurge of nature.
In a way winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurge of nature.
January grey is here,
Like a sexton by her grave;
February bears the bier,
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January grey is here,
Like a sexton by her grave;
February bears the bier,
March with grief doth howl and rave,
And April weeps--but, O ye hours!
Follow with May's fairest flowers.
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the read more
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last us all the year.
Autumn to winter, winter into spring,
Spring into summer, summer into fall,--
So rolls the changing year, read more
Autumn to winter, winter into spring,
Spring into summer, summer into fall,--
So rolls the changing year, and so we change;
Motion so swift, we know not that we move.