April

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. Quotes thumb|By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson Oh to be in EnglandNow that April's there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,While the chaffinch sings on the orchard boughIn England - now! Robert Browning, "Home Thoughts from Abroad" Whan that Aprille with his shoures soteThe droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,And bathed every veyne in swich licour,Of which vertu engendred is the flour;Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breethInspired hath in every holt and heethThe tendre croppes, and the yonge sonneHath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,And smale fowles maken melodye,That slepen al the night with open yë,(So priketh hem nature in hir corages):Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages(And palmers for to seken straunge strondes)To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;And specially, from every shires endeOf Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,The holy blisful martir for to seke,That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke. Geoffrey Chaucer, General Prologue (c. 1400), incipit (ed. Skeat) April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers. T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land (1922), incipit By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Concord Hymn" (1837) Of all the months that fill the yearGive April's month to me,For earth and sky are then so filledWith sweet variety ! Letitia Elizabeth Landon, "April" in The London Literary Gazette (5 April 1823); also included in The Vow of the Peacock (1835) 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? John Masefield, "The West Wind" I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hillsComing 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. John Masefield, "Beauty" Praise the spells and bless the charms,I found April in my arms.April golden, April cloudy,Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;April soft in flowered languor,April cold with sudden anger,Ever changing, ever true—I love April, I love you. Ogden Nash, "Always Marry an April Girl" in Versus (1949) If April showersShould come your way,They bring the flowersThat bloom in May. Buddy de Sylva, "April Showers" April, April,Laugh thy girlish laughter;Then, the moment after,Weep thy girlish tears!April, that mine earsLike a lover greetest,If I tell thee, sweetest,All my hopes and fears,April, April,Laugh thy golden laughter,But, the moment after,Weep thy golden tears! William Watson, "April" Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 38-39. When April windsGrew soft, the maple burst into a flushOf scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up,Opened in airs of June her multitudeOf golden chalices to humming birdsAnd 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 MayNew 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 deliversAll 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 wellWhen 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 browOf promise, and red lips with longing paled,And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joysOf vanished springs, like flowers. Dinah Craik, April. The first of April, some do sayIs 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 heelOf limping winter treads. William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (1597), Act I, scene 2, line 27. When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trimHath put a spirit of youth in everything. William Shakespeare, Sonnet XCVIII. Spongy April. William Shakespeare, The Tempest (c. 1610-1612), Act IV, scene 1, line 65. 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 showersDo bring May flowers. Thomas Tusser, Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry, Chapter XXXIX. Again the blackbirds sing; the streamsWake, laughing, from their winter dreams,And tremble in the April showersThe tassels of the maple flowers. John Greenleaf Whittier, The Singer, Stanza 20. External links Category:Months