A Quote by William Allingham
Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring
Lies open, writ in blossoms.
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Break open
A cherry tree
And there are no flowers;
But the spring breeze
Brings forth myriad blossoms.
Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom.
I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.
Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast.
There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time: For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime, And eke attonce the heavy trees they climb, Which seem to labour under their fruits load: The whiles the joyous birds make their pastime Amongst the shady leaves, their sweet above, And their true loves without suspicion tell abroad.
Now that spring is no longer to be recognised in blossoms or in new leaves on trees, I must look for it in myself. I feel the ice of myself cracking. I feel myself loosen and flow again, reflecting the world. That is what spring means.
Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ.
And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it.
Spring blossoms are fairy tales, autumn leaves are tragic dramas.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.
Look at the cherry blossoms!
Their color and scent fall with them,
Are gone forever,
Yet mindless
The spring comes again.
If there were no
cherry blossoms
in this world
How much more tranquil
our hearts would be in spring.
the Japanese school year begins in spring ... so mothers can send off their children as cherry blossoms fall from the branches.
What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.
One of the greatest virtues of gardening is this perpetual renewal of youth and spring, of promise of flower and fruit that can always be read in the open book of the garden, by those with an eye to see, and a mind to understand.
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