It was that period in the vernal quarter when we may suppose the Dryads to be waking for the season. The vegetable world begins to move and swell and the saps to rise, till in the completest silence of lone gardens and trackless plantations, where everything seems helpless and still after the bond and slavery of frost, there are bustlings, strainings, united thrusts, and pulls-all-together, in comparison with which the powerful tugs of cranes and pulleys in a noisy city are but pigmy efforts.
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Far From The Madding Crowd
by
Thomas Hardy
It is the sweetest spring within the memory of man. So green, so mild, so beautiful! Ah, what a contrast between nature without and my own soul so torn with doubt and terror!
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The Parasite
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"That is one good thing about this world. . .there are always sure to be more springs."
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Anne Of Avonlea
by
Lucy Maud Montgomery