Season

 1 Spring|   again. ~The husband fetched great loads of branches, rods,
 2 Spring|       burst, and they died in great pain." ~The bellied gentleman,
 3 Spring|   Since then each year arrive great multitudes of dolls,~And
 4 Spring|       is not obliged to yield great wealth for naught. ~Tare,
 5 Summer|      how heaven's eye, like a great torch ablaze, ~Each day
 6 Summer|        Adored a while for its great beauty and sweet scent - ~
 7 Summer|     timely call; Saint John's great holiday, ~After tomorrow,
 8 Summer|       Ere long the Michaelmas great holiday will come ~And usher
 9 Autumn|  matchmaker now was riding in great haste,~Ashouting in harsh
10 Autumn|   puffed-up with pride of his great influence, ~Is too ashamed
11 Autumn|   pallid nose.~This causes me great pain, and e'en a greater
12 Autumn|     law, ~Bring on themselves great shame and painful punishment. ~
13 Autumn|  obscenities. ~He'd brought a great thirst and a mighty appetite, ~
14 Autumn| doomsday the world will be in great tumult -~That malevolent
15 Winter| Winter cares~ ~Look yon! What great, fierce fangs the beast
16 Winter|      gain from a flint, ~Does great good for us, but quite often
17 Winter|      us, but quite often does great harm. ~When you make fire
18 Winter|      Thou already knowest how great our needs will be.~For we,