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 April is the cruelest month, breeding
 Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
  Memory and desire, stirring
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 April is the cruelest month, breeding
 Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
  Memory and desire, stirring
   Dull roots with spring rain. 
Life stands before me like an eternal spring with new and brilliant clothes.
Life stands before me like an eternal spring with new and brilliant clothes.
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up read more
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
No kind action ever stops with itself. One kind action leads to another. Good example is followed. A single act read more
No kind action ever stops with itself. One kind action leads to another. Good example is followed. A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees. The greatest work that kindness does to others is that it makes them kind themselves.
I have always tried to hide my efforts and wished my works to have a light joyousness of springtime which read more
I have always tried to hide my efforts and wished my works to have a light joyousness of springtime which never lets anyone suspect the labors it has cost me.
 They know who keep a broken tryst,
 Till something from the Spring be missed
  We have not read more 
 They know who keep a broken tryst,
 Till something from the Spring be missed
  We have not truly known the Spring. 
 The spring's already at the gate
 With looks my care beguiling;
  The country round appeareth straight
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 The spring's already at the gate
 With looks my care beguiling;
  The country round appeareth straight
   A flower-garden smiling. 
 Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
 Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
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 Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
 Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
  . . . .
   The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow. 
 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
 The flowers appear on the earth; the read more 
 For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds 
is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
  The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the 
tender grape, give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, 
and come away.