MARCH QUOTATIONS 



1. 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. 



2. I, the invincible ; 

 March, the earth-shaker ; 

 March, the sea-lifter ; 



March, the sky-render. Crawford. 



3. There is a tide in the affairs of men, 

 Which, taken at the flood, leads on to 



fortune ; 



Omitted, all the voyage of their life 

 Is bound in shallows and in miseries. 

 Shakespeare. 



4. No matter what his rank or position 

 may be, the lover of books is the richest 

 and the happiest of the children of men. 



Langford. 



5. And I smiled to think God's greatness 



flowed around our incompleteness, 

 Round our restlessness His rest. 



E. B. Browning. 



6. Through the gaunt woods the winds are 



shrilling cold, 

 Down from the rifted rock the sunbeam 



pours 



Over the cold gray slopes and stony 

 rnoors. F. Tennyson* 



7. The wind bloweth where it listeth, and 

 thou hearest the sound thereof, but 

 can^t net tell whence it cometh and 

 whither it goeth. Bible. 



8. Many men owe the grandeur of their 

 lives to their tremendous difficulties. 



Spurgeon. 



9. He ate and drank the precious words, 

 His spirit grew robust ; 



He knew no more that he was poor, 

 Nor that his frame was dust. 

 He danced along the dingy days, 

 And this bequest of wings 

 Was but a book. What liberty 

 A loosened spirit brings ! 



Dickinson. 



10. Whenever the moon and stars are set, 

 Whenever the wind is high, 



All night long in the dark and wet, 

 A man goes riding by. Stevenson. 



11. March ! A cloudy stream is flowing, 

 And a hard, steel blast is blowing. 



Barry Cornwall. 



12. If a book come from the heart, it will 

 contrive to reach other hearts ; all art 

 and authorcraft are of small amount to 

 that. Carlyle. 



13. Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er 



the mountains, 

 Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from 



the sea, 

 Pour forth thy vials like streams from 



airy fountains, 

 Draughts of life to me. Mulock. 



14 Books, we know, 



Are a substantial world, both pure and 

 good. Wordsworth. 



15. Our Federal Union: it must be pre- 

 served. Jackson. 

 The ides of March are come. 



Shakespeare. 



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Slayer of the winter, art thou here 

 again? 



welcome, thou that bring'st the sum- 



mer nigh ! Morris. 



1 hear the wind among the trees 

 Playing celestial ? ymphonies ; 



I see the branches downward bent, 

 Like keys of some great instrument. 

 Longfellow. 



Honor lies in honest toil. 



Cleveland. 



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. 



Bryant. 



Daffodils, 



That come before the swallow dares, 



and take 

 The winds of March with beauty. 



Shakespeare. 



I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, 

 If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, 

 If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun, 

 And crocus fires are kindling one by 

 one. Rossetti. 



Up from the sea, the wild north wind is 



blowing 



Under the sky's gray arch ; 

 Smiling, I watch the shaken elm 



boughs, knowing 

 It is the wind of March. Whittier. 



The pleasant books, that silently among 

 Our household treasures take familiar 



places, 



And are to us as if a living tongue 

 Spake from the printed leaves or pic- 

 tured faces ! Longfellow. 



Whirling the sands about his furious 



car, 

 March cometh from afar. Simms. 



Impossible let me never hear that 

 foolish word again. Mirabeau. 



Once more, and yet once more, 



Returning as before, 



We see the bloom of birth 



Make young again the earth. Perry. 



Ah, March ! we know thou art 

 Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and 



threats, 

 And, rrt of sight, art nursing April's 



violets ! H. H. Jackson.- 



He only is a well-made man who has a 

 good determination. Emerson. 



O March that blusters and March that 



blows .... 

 Beauty you summon from winter's 



snows, 

 And you are the pathway that leads to 



the rose. Thaxter. 



It is nearly an axiom, that people will 

 not be better than the books they read. 

 Potter. 



31. A small number of choice books are 

 sufficient. Voltaire. 



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