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Welcome to my page of quotations about the month of March. Here in the desert, our third month of the year brings temperatures that can feel more like summer, but it is beautiful nonetheless! Wildflowers and green return to the buzzing earth; mornings and evenings are heavenly, as are the breezes. I've spent much time over the years going through old books picking out excerpts about this lovely month, and I gleefully present them here for all to enjoy. Happy springtime to you!
February makes a bridge and March breakes it. ~Witts Recreations, Selected from the Finest Fancies of Moderne Muses, with a Thousand Outlandish Proverbs (edited by George Herbert, 1593–1633)
He stands like a warder stout and strong,
In the open gate of the year...
~J.J. Britton (1832–1913), "March"
Missing springtime is like missing a woman. You never really noticed her and then she was gone, and all that she was returns and makes the separation even more painful.
I think I read this somewhere. "Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn."
~Lewis Grizzard (1946–1994), "Covering the arrival of spring"
March, when days are getting long,
Let thy growing hours be strong
To set right some wintry wrong.
~Caroline May, 1887
To wellcome her the Spring breath's forth
Elisian sweets; March strews the Earth
With violetts and posies,
The Sunne renews his fainting fires,
Aprill putts on her best attires,
And May her crown off Roses.
~Most assuredly written by Edmund Waller, c.1638–9 [About Dorothèa, i.e. Lady Dorothy Sidney, i.e. Saccharissa, his object of unrequited love.
I hear the sparrow's ditty
Anear my study door;
A simple song of gladness
That winter days are o'er;
My heart is singing with him,
I love him more and more....
Oh, Spring is surely coming,
Her couriers fill the air;
Each morn are new arrivals,
Each night her ways prepare;
I scent her fragrant garments,
Her foot is on the stair.
~John Burroughs (1837–1921), "A March Glee," c.1902
The stormy March has come at last,
With wind, and cloud, and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast,
That through the snowy valley flies...
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.
~William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878), "March"
I would I had some flowers o' the spring that might
Become your time of day... daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes...
O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
To strew him o'er and o'er!
~William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale [IV, 4, Perdita]
It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before...
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field...
We from to-day, my Friend, will date
The opening of the year.
Love, now an universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
—It is the hour of feeling.
~William Wordsworth (1770–1850), "To My Sister"
These, marching softly, thus in order went,
And after them, the Months all riding came;
First, sturdy March, with Brows full sternly bent,
And armed strongly, rode upon a Ram,
The same which over Hellespontus swam:
Yet in his Hand a Spade he also hent,
And in a Bag all sorts of Seeds ysame,
Which on the Earth he strowed as he went,
And fill'd her Womb with fruitful Hope of Nourishment.
~Edmund Spenser, The Fairy-Queen, 1590s