|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
| March. Its tree, Juniper. Its stone, Bloodstone. Its motto, Courage and strength in times of danger.|
| Ah, March! we know thou art|
Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats,
And, out of sight, art nursing Aprils violets!
Helen Hunt JacksonVerses. March.
|Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?|
O welcome, thou that bringst the summer nigh!
The bitter wind makes not the victory vain,
Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.
William MorrisMarch. St. 1.
|The ides of March are come.|
Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 1.
|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.
SwinburneFour Songs of Four Seasons. St. 11.
|With rushing winds and gloomy skies|
The dark and stubborn Winter dies:
Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries,
Bidding her earliest child arise;
|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.
TennysonThe May Queen. Conclusion.
|Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing|
Under the skys gray arch;
Smiling I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing
It is the wind of March.
| Like an army defeated|
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The Ploughboy is whoopinganonanon!
Theres joy in the mountains:
Theres life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone.
WordsworthWritten in March.