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14 Quotes for 'March' in the Database.
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Who in this world of ours their eyes
In March first open shall be wise;
In days of peril firm and brave,
And wear a Bloodstone to their grave.
Author: Unattributed Author
Source: March, in "Notes and Queries", May 11, 1889, p. 371
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March comes in with an adder's head, and goes out with a
peacock's tail.
Author: Richard Lawson Gales
Source: Old-World Essays (p. 250)
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Ah, March! we know thou art
Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,
And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!
Author: Helen Hunt Jackson (Helen Hunt)
Source: Verses--March
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Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
The bitter wind makes not the victory vain.
Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.
Author: William Morris
Source: March (st. 1)
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March: Its motto, "Courage and strength in times of danger."
Author: William Morris
Source: March (st. 1)
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March: Its stone, Bloodstone.
Author: William Morris
Source: March (st. 1)
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March: Its tree, Juniper.
Author: William Morris
Source: March (st. 1)
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Beware the ides of March.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Julius Caesar (Soothsayer at I, ii)
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The ides of March are come.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Julius Caesar (Caesar at III, i)
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In fierce March weather
White waves break tether,
And whirled together
At either hand,
Like weeds uplifted,
The tree-trunks rifted
In spars are drifted,
Like foam or sand.
Author: Algernon Charles Swinburne
Source: Four Songs of Four Seasons (st. 11)
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With rushing winds and gloomy skies
The dark and stubborn Winter dies:
Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,
Bidding her earliest child arise;
March!
Author: Bayard Taylor
Source: March
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All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.
Author: Lord Alfred Tennyson
Source: The May Queen (conclusion)
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Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whooping--anon--anon!
There's joy in the mountains:
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone.
Author: William Wordsworth
Source: Written in March
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Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing
Under the sky's gray arch;
Smiling I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing
It is the wind of March.
Author: William Wordsworth
Source: Written in March
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