Emily Dickinson Quotes About Spring

Quotes about: Spring

• A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

  Emily Dickinson

  Kings, Spring, Insanity

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1613, Delphi Classics

• The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

  Emily Dickinson

  Morning, Spring, Would Be

  Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.146, First Avenue Editions

• The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.

  Emily Dickinson

  Spring, Food, Animal

  "The pedigree of honey" l.1 (ca. 1884)

• Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

  Emily Dickinson

  Spring, Firsts, Wealth

  Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.346, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

• The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

  Emily Dickinson

  Spring, Flower, Spring Flowers

  Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.135, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

• A Light exists in Spring
  Not present on the Year
  At any other period -
  When March is scarcely here
  A Color stands abroad
  On Solitary Fields
  That Science cannot overtake
  But Human Nature feels.
  
  It waits upon the Lawn,
  It shows the furthest Tree
  Upon the furthest Slope you know
  It almost speaks to you.
  
  Then as Horizons step
  Or Noons report away
  Without the Formula of sound
  It passes and we stay -
  
  A quality of loss
  Affecting our Content
  As Trade had suddenly encroached
  Upon a Sacrament.

  Emily Dickinson

  Spring, Loss, Color

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1084, Delphi Classics

• March is the month of expectation,
  The things we do not know,
  The Persons of Prognostication
  Are coming now.
  We try to sham becoming firmness,
  But pompous joy
  Betrays us, as his first betrothal
  Betrays a boy.

  Emily Dickinson

  Spring, Boys, Expectations

  Emily Dickinson (1915). “The Single Hound: Poems of a Lifetime”

• A light exists in Spring
  Not present in the year
  at any other period
  When March is scarcely here.

  Emily Dickinson

  Spring, Light, Years

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1084, Delphi Classics

• An altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on the lawn; A print of a vermilion foot; A purple finger on the slope; A flippant fly upon the pane; A spider at his trade again; An added strut in chanticleer; A flower expected everywhere.

  Emily Dickinson

  Spring, Flower, Twilight

  Emily Dickinson (1994). “The Works of Emily Dickinson”, p.114, Wordsworth Editions

• Spring is the Period
  Express from God.
  Among the other seasons
  Himself abide,
  
  But during March and April
  None stir abroad
  Without a cordial interview
  With God.

  Emily Dickinson

  Spring, Interviews, April

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1117, Delphi Classics

• Spring is the Period
  Express from God.

  Emily Dickinson

  Spring, Periods

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1117, Delphi Classics

• I have a Bird in spring
  Which for myself doth sing -
  The spring decoys.
  And as the summer nears -
  And as the Rose appears,
  Robin is gone.
  Yet do I not repine
  Knowing that Bird of mine
  Though flown -
  Learneth beyond the sea
  Melody new for me
  And will return.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Spring, Sea

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.244, Delphi Classics

• Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Sweet, Spring

• A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs,, A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, you're hurt exclaim.

  Emily Dickinson

  Hurt, Spring, Rocks

  Emily Dickinson (1994). “The Works of Emily Dickinson”, p.5, Wordsworth Editions

• A little madness in the Spring
  Is wholesome even for the King,
  But God be with the Clown,
  Who ponders this tremendous scene--
  This whole experiment in green,
  As if it were his own!

  Emily Dickinson

  Nature, Kings, Spring

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1613, Delphi Classics

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