Summer Quotes - Page 29

• And let them pass, as they will too soon,
  With the bean-flowers' boon,
  And the blackbird's tune,
  And May, and June!

  Robert Browning

  Flower, June, Tunes

  Robert Browning, John Woolford, Daniel Karlin (1991). “The Poems of Browning: 1847-1861”, p.26, Pearson Education

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• It always seemed to me that the herbaceous peony is the very epitome of June. Larger than any rose,
  it has something of the cabbage rose's voluminous quality; and when it finally drops from the vase, it
  sheds its petticoats with a bump on the table, all in an intact heap, much as a rose will suddenly fall,
  making us look up from our book or conversation, to notice for one moment the death of what had
  still appeared to be a living beauty.

  Vita Sackville-West

  Book, Fall, June

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• June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;
  In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her,
  In vain would fond winds fan her back to life,
  Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.

  Lucy Larcom

  Fall, Flower, June

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• O months of blossoming, months of transfigurations,
  May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart,
  I shall not ever forget the lilacs or the roses
  Nor those the spring has kept folded away apart.

  Louis Aragon

  Spring, Heart, Clouds

  Louis Aragon (1945). “Aragon: Poet of the French Resistance”

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• A happy soul, that all the way
  To heaven hath a summer's day.

  Richard Crashaw

  June, Heaven, Soul

  Richard Crashaw (1858). “Complete works”, p.118

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• 'Warm in December, cold in June, you say?'
  I don't suppose the water's changed at all.
  You and I know enough to know it's warm
  Compared with cold, and cold compared with warm.
  But all the fun's in how you say a thing.

  Robert Frost

  Fun, June, Water

  Robert Frost (2015). “The Road Not Taken and Other Poems: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.42, Penguin

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• June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
  Fills the children's hands with posies.

  Sara Coleridge

  Children, June, Hands

  Sara Coleridge Coleridge (1853). “Pretty Lessons in Verse, for Good Children; with Some Lessons in Latin in Easy Rhyme”, p.10

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• No bought potpourri is so pleasant as that made from ones own garden, for the petals of the flowers one has gathered at home hold the sunshine and memories of summer, and of past summers only the sunny days should be remembered.

  Eleanour Sinclair Rohde

  Memories, Flower, Home

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• There are plenty of men who philander during the summer, to be sure, but they are usually the same lot who philander during the winter - albeit with less convenience.

  Nora Ephron

  Winter, Men, July

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• Always someone resting there - a lone rock in the summer field

  Masaoka Shiki

  Rocks, July, Fields

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• And pray, who are you?"
  Said the Violet blue
  To the Bee, with surprise,
  At his wonderful size,
  In her eyeglass of dew.
  "I, madam," quoth he,
  "Am a publican Bee,
  Collecting the tax
  Of honey and wax.
  Have you nothing for me?

  John B. Tabb

  July, Blue, Eyeglasses

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• And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
  With mask, and antique pageantry,
  Such sights as youthful poets dream
  On summer eves by haunted stream.

  John Milton

  Dream, Sight, July

  'L'Allegro' (1645) l. 125

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• We need society, and we need solitude also, as we need summer and winter, day and night, exercise and rest.

  Philip Gilbert Hamerton

  Exercise, Winter, Night

  Philip Gilbert Hamerton (1875). “The Intellectual Life”, p.324

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• The hearts that love will know never winter's frost and chill. Summer's warmth is in them still.

  Eben E. Rexford

  Heart, Winter, July

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• Loud is the summer's busy song
  The smallest breeze can find a tongue,
  While insects of each tiny size
  Grow teasing with their melodies,
  Till noon burns with its blistering breath
  Around, and day lies still as death.

  John Clare

  Song, Lying, July

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• If the first of July it be rainy weather,
  'Twill rain more or less for four weeks together.

  John Ray

  Rain, July, Weather

  "A Complete Collection of English Proverbs".

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• Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps
  Followed each other till a dreary moor
  Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top
  Standing alone, as from a rampart's edge,
  I overlooked the bed of Windermere,
  Like a vast river, stretching in the sun.

  William Wordsworth

  July, Rivers, Bed

  William Wordsworth (1854). “The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth”, p.492

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• Sumer is icumen in,
  Lhude sing cucc.
  Groweth sed, and bloweth med,
  And springth the wude nu,
  Sing cuccu!

  Ezra Pound

  July, Meds

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• The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair
  Mews at his knee for dainty fare;
  Old Rover in his moss-greened house
  Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.
  
  In the dewy fields the cattle lie
  Chewing the cud 'neath a fading sky;
  Dobbin at manger pulls his hay:
  Gone is another summer's day.

  Walter de La Mare

  Lying, Cat, July

  Walter De la Mare (1920). “Collected Poems, 1901-1918”

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• The consolations of space are nameless things. It was after the neurosis of winter. It was In the genius of summer that they blew up The statue of Jove among the boomy clouds. It took all day to quieten the sky And then to refill its emptiness again.

  Wallace Stevens

  Winter, Clouds, July

  Wallace Stevens (2011). “The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play”, p.429, Vintage

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• What harm is there in making 100,000 people happy on a hot summer afternoon?

  Gordon McLendon

  July, People, Hot

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• The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer.

  Denise Levertov

  Fire, July, Green

  Denise Levertov, Robert Creeley, Paul A. Lacey (2003). “Selected Poems”, p.52, New Directions Publishing

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• Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom,
  The ancient poet sung it,
  And dear it is on summer days
  To lie at rest among it.
  I know the realms where people say
  The flowers have not their fellow;
  I know where they shine out like suns,
  The crimson and the yellow.
  I know where ladies live enchained
  In luxury's silken fetters,
  And flowers as bright as glittering gems
  Are used for written letters.
  But ne'er was flower so fair as this,
  In modern days or olden;
  It groweth on its nodding stem
  Like to a garland golden.

  Mary Howitt

  Lying, Flower, July

  Mary Botham Howitt, “The Broom Flower”

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• The collision of hail or rain with hard surfaces, or the song of cicadas in a summer field. These sonic events are made out of thousands of isolated sounds; this multitude of sounds, seen as totality, is a new sonic event.

  Iannis Xenakis

  Song, Rain, August

  Iannis Xenakis (1992). “Formalized Music: Thought and Mathematics in Composition”, p.9, Pendragon Press

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• What wondrous life is this I lead!
  Ripe apples drop about my head;
  The luscious clusters of the vine
  Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
  The nectarine and curious peach
  Into my hands themselves do reach;
  Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
  Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.

  Andrew Marvell

  Life, Crush, Flower

  'The Garden' (1681) st. 5

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