Spring. In that soft season, when descending show'rs And earth relenting feels the genial ray. Pope: Temple of Fame. Mighty nature bounds as from her birth. Byron: Lara. In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. Tennyson: Locksley Hall. Is not the May-time now on earth, The folks are singing in their mirth, While on their heads the May flowers fall? William Morris: Life and Death of Jason.. The breath of Spring-time at this twilight hour And bears the stolen sweets of many a flower Byron: May Evening. Spring is strong and virtuous, The ravage of a year of war. Emerson: May-Day. Storm, Tempest; see Quiet and Peace. The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; Shakespeare: 1 Henry IV. We often see, against some storm, Far along From peak to peak, the rattling crags among There is war in the skies! Lo! the black-winged legions of tempest arise In the soft light, so fair and so fatal, as though Some seraph burn'd through them, the thunderbolt searching Which the black cloud unbosom'd just now. Owen Meredith: Lucile. The clouds are scudding across the moon, The wind in the shrouds has a wintry tune, Bayard Taylor: Storm Song. Who shall face The blast that wakes the fury of the sea? Are whirled like chaff upon the waves; the sails Are snapped asunder. Bryant: Hymn of the Sea. What roar is that?-'tis the rain that breaks Heavily poured on the shuddering ground, And shedding a nameless horror round. Ah! well-known woods, and mountains, and skies, I seek ye vainly, and see in your place The shadowy tempest that sweeps through space. Success; see Action, Applause, Fame, and Opportunity. "Tis not in mortals to command success; But we'll do more, Sempronius—we'll deserve it. Addison: Cato. Life lives only in success. Bayard Taylor: Amran's Wooing. What though success will not attend on all? One thing is forever good; That one thing is Success. Smollett: Advice. Emerson: Fate. Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Herrick. The man who consecrates his hours By vig'rous effort, and an honest aim, At once he draws the sting of life and death; Glorious it is to wear the crown Of a deserved and pure success;— Adelaide A. Procter. Suicide; see Courage and Death. Fool, I mean not That poor-souled piece of heroism, self-slaughter; There's many a better thing to do than die! Darley: Ethelstan. Oh! that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd -He Shakespeare: Hamlet. That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it; Massinger: Maid of Honor. Our time is fix'd; and all our days are number'd! To run away From this world's ills, that, at the very worst, Summer. Blair: Grave. From bright'ning fields of ether fair disclos'd In pride of youth, and felt through nature's depth; And ever-fanning breezes, on his way: While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring All-smiling, to his hot dominion leaves. Thomson: Seasons, Summer. |