I know the color rose, and it is lovely,
But not when it ripens in a tumour;
And healing greens leaves and grass, so spring like,
In limbs that fester are not spring like.
Dannie Abse 1923— ‘Pathology of Colors’ (1968)
The spring is wound up tight. It will uncoil of itself. That is what is so convenient in tragedy.
The least little turn of the wrist will do the job. Anything will set it going.
Jean Anouilh 1910-87 ‘Antigone’ (1944)
To have enjoyed the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done.
Matthew Arnold 1822-88 ‘Empedocles on Etna’ (1852) act 1, sc. 2, l. 397
The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew,
The heart less bounding at emotion new,
And hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.
Matthew Arnold 1822-88 ‘Thyrsis’ (1866) l. 138
And all my endeavours are unlucky explorers come back, abandoning the expedition; the specimens, the lilies of ambition still spring in their climate, still unpicked: but time, time is all I lacked to find them, as the great collectors before me.
Keith Douglas 1920-44 ‘On Return from Egypt, 1943-4’ (1946)
Beauty will not come at the call of a legislature…It will come, as always, unannounced, and spring up between the feet of brave and earnest men.
Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-82 ‘Essays’ (1841) ‘Art’
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.
Quoted by Lewis Grizzard in Kathy Sue Loudermilk, I Love You
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year?s pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo
Thomas Nashe 1567-1601 “Summer’s Last Will and Testament” (1600) Song
The flowers anew, returning seasons bring;
But beauty faded has no second spring.
Ambrose Philips “The First Pastoral” (1708) “Lobbin” l. 47
They call it easing the spring: it is perfectly easy
If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
Which in our case we have not got; and the almond blossom
Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,
For today we have naming of parts.
Henry Reed 1914-86 “Lessons of the War: 1, Naming of Parts” (1946)