C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • The stormy March is come at last,
  • With wind, and cloud, and changing skies;
  • I hear the rushing of the blast,
  • That through the snowy valley flies.
  • Bryant.

  • Ah, March! we know thou art
  • Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,
  • And, out of sight, art nursing April’s violets.
  • Helen Hunt Jackson.

  • 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.
  • William Morris.

  • The hazel-blooms, in threads of crimson hue,
  • Peep through the swelling buds, foretelling Spring,
  • Ere yet a white-thorn leaf appears in view,
  • Or March finds throstles pleased enough to sing.
  • Clare.

  • 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.
  • Tennyson.

  • Ah, passing few are they who speak,
  • Wild, stormy month! in praise of thee;
  • Yet though thy winds are loud and bleak,
  • Thou art a welcome month to me.
  • For thou, to northern lands, again
  • The glad and glorious sun dost bring,
  • And thou hast joined the gentle train
  • And wear’st the gentle name of Spring.
  • Bryant.