May Day Quotes


Oh! That we two were Maying Down the stream of the soft spring breeze; Like children with violets playing, In the shade of the whispering trees.
Charles Kingsley
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Sweet April showers
Do spring May flowers.
Thomas Tusser
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Spring is a true reconstructionist.
Henry Timrod
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As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.
William Shakespeare
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May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day. May songbirds serenade you every step along the way. May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that's always blue. And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through.
Blessings quotes
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May! Queen of blossoms,
And fulfilling flowers,
With what pretty music
Shall we charm the hours
Wilt thou have pipe and reed,
Blown in the open mead
Or to the lute give heed
In the green bowers
Lord Edward Thurlow,
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It's spring fever... You don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes
your heart ache, you want it so!
Mark Twain
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Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee
From furrow to furrow, while overhead
The foam flies up to be garlanded,
In silvery arches spanning the air,
Saw you my true love anywhere
Welladay! Welladay!
For the winds of May!
Love is unhappy when love is away!
James Joyce, Winds of May
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Everything is blooming most recklessly
if it were voices instead of colors, there would
be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May
but at length the season of summer does come.
Thomas Carlyle
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Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth,
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Felicia Hemans
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It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing
that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace
he knows not what.
John Galsworthy
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Now is the month of Maying,
When merry lads are playing.
Fa la la..
Each with his bonny lass,
upon the greeny grass.
Fa la la..
The Spring clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at winter's sadness.
Fa la la
Thomas Morley, Now is the Month of Maying
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If in my gardens only, nowhere else,
The flowers of spring should bloom,
Even the man who has neglected me
To gaze on them would surely come.
Izumi Shikibu
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Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations.
It is not much matter if things do not turn out well.
Charles Dudley Warner
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Sweet May hath come to love us,
Flowers, trees, their blossoms don
And through the blue heavens above us
The very clouds move on.
Heinrich Heine, Book of Songs
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Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves
And mid-May's eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
John Keats
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I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, or June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes.
Robert Herrick, Hesperides
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When April steps aside for May,
Like diamonds all the rain-drops glisten
Fresh violets open every day:
To some new bird each hour we listen.
Lucy Larcom
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Let us fill urns with rose-leaves in May
And hive the the trifty sweetness for December!
Edward Bulwer Lytton
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The breeze and the dew make tranquil the clear dawn
Behind the curtain there is one who alone is up betimes.
The orioles sing and the flowers smile -
Whose then, after all, is the Spring?
Li Shang Yin
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Hebe's here, May is here!
The air is fresh and sunny
And the miser-bees are busy
Hoarding golden honey.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich, May
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What is so sweet and dear
As a prosperous morn in May,
The confidant prime of the day,
And the dauntless youth of the year,
When nothing that asks for bliss,
Asking aright, is denied,
And half of the world a bridegroom is
And half of the world a bride?
Sir William Watson, Ode in May
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It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across
from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in
the air, which set an edge to a man's energy.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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With the coming of spring, I am calm again.
Gustav Mahler
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Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May: Waiting for the pleasant rambles Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles, Where the woodbine alternating, Scent the dewy way; Ah! my heart is weary, waiting, Waiting for the May.
Denis Florence McCarthy
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All furnished, all in arms; All plum'd like estridges that with the wind Bated like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats like images; As full of spirit as the month of May And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
William Shakespeare
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Among the changing months, May stands confest the sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.
James Thomson
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In the underwood and the overwood there is murmur and trill this day, For every bird is in lyric mood, And the wind will have its way.
Clinton Scollard
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No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.
William Shakespeare
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There's her cousin, an she were not possessed with a fury, exceeds her as much in beauty as the first of May doth the last of December.
William Shakespeare
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May and June. Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away with a warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights. The discussion of philosophy is over; it's time for work to begin.
Peter Loewer
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Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun.
Kahlil Gibran
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What potent blood hath modest May.
Ralph W. Emerson
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Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie.
George Herbert, Virtue
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