Novel · Coming of age storyIt was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.Charles DickensGreat Expectations · 1861★ 3.9
PoemApril is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.T.S. EliotThe Waste Land · 1922★ 3.8
NovelIn our spring-time every day has its hidden growths in the mind, as it has in the earth when the little folded blades are getting ready to pierce the ground.George EliotFelix Holt, the Radical · 1866★ 3.6
Novel · Children's literatureSpring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.Kenneth GrahameThe Wind in the Willows · 1908★ 3.5
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