A Quote by Alexander Smith

Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.

Alexander Smith

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April Dead Hem May Sweet Tears

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Alexander Smith
Scottish - Poet
December 31, 1830 - January 5, 1867

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

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.

Thomas Tusser

April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.

William Watson

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 Maria Murlock Craik

So sweet love seemed that April morn. When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change.

Robert Bridges

So sweet love seemed that April morn, when first we kissed beside the thorn, so strangely sweet, it was not strange we thought that love could never change.

Robert Bridges

O happy, happy morning! O dear, familiar place! / O warm, sweet tears of Heaven, fast falling on my face! / O well-remembered, rainy wind, blow all my care away, / That I may be a child again this blissful morn of May.

Celia Thaxter

I shine in tears like the sun in April.

Cyril Tourneur

And as for me, thogh that I can but lyte, On bakes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon, That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But hit be seldom, on the holyday; Save, certeynly, when that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules singe, And that the floures ginnen for to springe, Farwel my book and my devocion.

Geoffrey Chaucer

There's a gentleness about April that made me ache. It seemed like I was always on the run, always working and chasing some goal or another, but April had a way of holding me still. And then I'd begin to hurt and yearn for something I couldn't describe, something I hadn't known yet. All I knew was the ache itself and the strange, sweet feeling it was.

Elizabeth Chandler

It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.

Seneca the Younger

April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.

Sara Coleridge

Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Oh! it is sweet to be thus weaned from friends, and from myself, and dead to the present world, that so I may live wholly to and upon the blessed God!