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Where nature's end of language is declined,
Same idea in ST. AUGUSTINE--Enchiridion
(See also VOLTAIRE)
Some who are far from atheists, may make themselves merry with that conceit of thousands of spirits dancing at once upon a needle's point. CUDWORTH—True Intellectual System of the
Universe. Vol. III. P. 497. Ed. 1829.
(See also ADDISON)
That out-bound stem has branches three;
On each a thousand blossoms grow;
The root stands fast in the rocks below.
I am the spirit of the morning sea,
I am the awakening and the glad surprise. R. W. GILDER-Ode.
Ich bin der Geist stets verneint.
I am the Spirit that denies.
SPIDER I've lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes Now though thy friendly hand has brushed 'em Yet still they crawl offensive to mine eyes: I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em. COLLEY CIBBER-Richard III (Altered). Act
IV. Sc. 2. L. 15.
Much like a subtle spider, which doth sit
In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide: If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,
She feels it instantly on every side.
Sec. XVIII. Feeling.
Aërial spirits, by great Jove design'd
(See also MILTON, POPE)
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the Thus came the lovely spring with a rush of laughing soil.
blossoins and music, BISHOP HEBER-Hymn for Seventh Sunday Flooding the earth with flowers, and the air with after Trinity.
LONGFELLOW-Tales of a Wayside Inn. Pt. The spring's already at the gate
III. The Theologian's Tale. Elizabeth.
The holy spirit of the Spring
Is working silently. HEINE-Book of Songs. Catherine. No. 6.
GEORGE MacDONALDSongs of the Spring
Days. Pt. II. The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night Awake! the morning shines, and the fresh field With comfort are downward gazing.
Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring HEINE-Book of Songs. New Spring. No. 3. Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove,
What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed: I come, I come! ye have called me long,
How nature paints her colours, how the
MILTON— Paradise Lost. Bk. V. L. 20.
Little birdlets singing FELICIA D. HEMANS-Voice of Spring.
Warble sweet notes in the air.
There I found.
Green spread the meadow all around.
NITHART—Spring-Song. Trans. in The MinneAnd all must die.
singer of Germany. HERBERT-The Church. Vertue. St. 3.
Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose.
That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should For surely in the blind deep-buried roots
close! Of all men's souls to-day
The Nightingale that in the branches sang A secret quiver shoots.
Ah whence and whither flown again, who knows? RICHARD HOVEY-Spring.
OMAR KHAYYAMRubaiyat. FitzGERALD'S
Trans. St. 96. They know who keep a broken tryst,
17 Till something from the Spring be missed Gentle Spring!--in sunshine clad, We have not truly known the Spring.
Well dost thou thy power display! ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON—The Wistful
For Winter maketh the light heart sad, Days.
And thou,-thou makest the sad heart gay.
CHARLES D'ORLÉANS-Spring. LONGFELLOW's All flowers of Spring are not May's own;
Bidding Spring arise,
To listen to the rain-drops falling
From the cloudy skies, And softly came the fair young queen
To listen to Earth's weary voices,
Louder every day,
Bidding her no longer linger
On her charm'd way;
But hasten to her task of beauty
Scarcely yet begun. 'Tis time to run, 'tis time to ride,
ADELAIDE A. PROCTER—Spring.
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, 10
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun, The lovely town was white with apple-blooms, And crocus fires are kindling one by one. And the great elms o'erhead
CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI—The First Spring Dark shadows wove on their aerial looms,
Day. St. 1.
There is no time like Spring,
When life's alive in everything, Came the Spring with all its splendor,
Before new nest!ings sing, All its hirds and all its blossoms,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back All its flowers, and leaves, and grasses.
Along the trackless track. LONGFELLOW-Hiawatha. It. XXI. L. 109. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI-Spring. St. 3.
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the bur
nish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns
to thoughts of love. TENNYSON—Locksley Hall. St. 9.
For, lo! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
The Song of Solomon. II. 11, 12.
First, lusty Spring, all dight in leaves of flowres That freshly budded and new bloomes did beare, In which a thousand birds had built their
bowres That sweetly sung to call forth paramours; And in his hand a javelin he did beare,
And on his head (as fit for warlike stoures) A guilt, engraven morion he did weare: That, as some did him love, so others did him
feare. SPENSER—Faerie Queene. Bk. VII. Canto
VII. Legend of Constancie. St. 28. Now the hedged meads renew Rustic odor, smiling hue, And the clean air shines and twinkles as the
world goes wheeling through; And my heart springs up anew, Bright and confident and true, And my old love comes to meet me in the dawn
ing and the dew. STEVENSON—Poem written in 1876.
'Tis spring-time on the eastern hills!
WHITTIER—Mogg Megone. Pt. III.
And all the woods are alive with the murmur
and sound of spring, And the rosebud breaks into pink on the
climbing briar, And the crocus bed is a quivering moon of fire Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
Oscar Wilde-Magdalen Walks.
The Spring is here—the delicate footed May,
With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers, And with it comes a thirst to be away,
In lovelier scenes to pass these sweeter hours. N. P. WILLIS Spring.
STAGE, THE (See ACTING)
It is the season now to go
Now to Go.
Sweet foot of Spring that with her footfall sows
Late snow-like flowery leavings of the snows, Be not too long irresolute to be; O mother-month, where have they hidden thee?
SWINBURNE-A Vision of Spring in Winter. Once more the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
With loving blue;
The flower said, “Take it, my dear,
TENNYSON—The Forester. Act IV. Sc. 1.
Surely the stars are images of love.