Summer Quotes - Page 35

• The end of spring- the poet is brooding about editors.

  Yosa Buson

  Spring, Editors, June

  Yosa Buson, “The End Of Spring”

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• Oh that it were with me
  As with the flower;
  Blooming on its own tree
  For butterfly and bee
  Its summer morns:
  That I might bloom mine hour
  A rose in spite of thorns.
  
  Oh that my work were done
  As birds' that soar
  Rejoicing in the sun:
  That when my time is run
  And daylight too,
  I so might rest once more
  Cool with refreshing dew.

  Christina Rossetti

  Running, Flower, Butterfly

  Christina Rossetti (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Christina Rossetti (Illustrated)”, p.96, Delphi Classics

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• The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
  He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
  And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
  And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.
  Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
  The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
  And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
  But there is no joy in Mudville, mighty Casey has struck out.

  Ernest Thayer

  Children, Hate, Heart

  Ernest Lawrence Thayer (2007). “Casey at the Bat: The Billion Dollar Contract”, p.4, Benchmark Education Company

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• The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

  William C. Bryant

  Sky, June, July

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Strange Lady”

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• For summer there, bear in mind, is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk of leaving when September rises to go.

  George Washington Cable

  June, Gossip, Leaving

  George Washington Cable (1988). “The Grandissimes: A Story of Creole Life”, p.1, University of Georgia Press

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• A bird in the boughs sang "June,"
  And "June" hummed a bee
  In a Bacchic glee
  As he tumbled over and over
  Drunk with the honey-dew.

  Clinton Scollard

  June, Drunk, Bird

  CLINTON SCOLLARD (1888). “OLD AND NEW WORLD LYRICS”

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• Heed not the night;
  A summer lodge amid the wild is mine,
  'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree,
  'Tis mantled by the vine.

  William C. Bryant

  Night, June, Tree

  William Cullen Bryant, “The Strange Lady”

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• The adidas +Challenge is a really cool opportunity for kids here in Los Angeles and across the country to get excited for the FIFA World Cup this summer. As a big fan of soccer, Im looking forward to seeing the 32 youth teams compete for the title of Team USA and represent our country at the global finals in Berlin.

  Luke Wilson

  Soccer, Country, Team

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• It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk
  The dew that lay upon the morning grass;
  There is no rustling in the lofty elm
  That canopies my dwelling, and its shade
  Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint
  And interrupted murmur of the bee,
  Settling on the sick flowers,
  And then again Instantly on the wing.

  William C. Bryant

  Morning, Flower, Wings

  William Cullen Bryant, “Summer Wind”

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• Tell you what I like the best -
  'Long about knee-deep in June,
  'Bout the time strawberries melts
  On the vine, - some afternoon
  Like to jes' git out and rest,
  And not work at nothin' else!

  James Whitcomb Riley

  June, Long, Knees

  James Whitcomb Riley (1982). “The Best of James Whitcomb Riley”, p.121, Indiana University Press

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• Strawberries that in gardens grow
  Are plump and juicy fine,
  But sweeter far as wise men know
  Spring from the woodland vine.
  No need for bowl or silver spoon,
  Sugar or spice or cream,
  Has the wild berry plucked in June
  Beside the trickling stream.
  One such to melt at the tongue's root,
  Confounding taste with scent,
  Beats a full peck of garden fruit:
  Which points my argument.

  Robert Graves

  Wise, Spring, Men

  Robert Graves (1920). “Country Sentiment”

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• I pray that the life of this spring and summer may ever lie fair in my memory.

  Henry David Thoreau

  Memories, Lying, Spring

  Henry David Thoreau (2011). “The Journal of Henry David Thoreau, 1837-1861”, p.117, New York Review of Books

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• June is bustin' out all over.

  Oscar Hammerstein II

  June, Months

  "June Is Bustin' Out All Over" (song) (1945)

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• In a bowl to sea went wise men three,
  On a brilliant night of June:
  They carried a net, and their hearts were set
  On fishing up the moon.

  Thomas Love Peacock

  Wise, Heart, Night

  Thomas Love Peacock (1931). “The Works of Thomas Love Peacock: Poems and plays. 1931”

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• Long drawn, the cool, green shadows
  Steal o'er the lake's warm breast,
  And the ancient silence follows
  The burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers,
  And dreams of countless Junes,
  Return when the lake-wind murmurs
  Through golden August noons.

  William Braithwaite

  Dream, August, Wind

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• 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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• Acting school was summer camp, and I needed concentration camp. I had so many different ideas swirling between culture and how to tie things together.

  Ajay Naidu

  School, Ideas, Ties

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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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