April

His name was George F. Babbitt. He was forty-six years old now, in April,1920, and he made nothing in particular, neither butter nor shoes nor poetry, but he was nimble in the calling of selling houses for more than people could afford to pay.

—Lewis, (Harry) Sinclair

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.

—Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

—Orwell, George pseudonym of  Eric Arthur Blair

   By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard around the world.

—Emerson, RalphWaldo

Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In Englandönow!

—Browning, Robert

Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April in Seventy-five.

—Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers. I sing of May-poles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bride-grooms, brides, and of their bridal-cakes.

—Herrick, Robert

So sweet love seemed that April morn, When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change. But I can tellölet truth be toldö That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.

—Bridges, Robert Seymour

Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote.

—Chaucer, Geoffrey