Summer's Quotes
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Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summer's dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not.
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More Summer's Quotes
He bore a simple wild-flower wreath: Narcissus, and the sweet brier rose; Vervain, and flexile thyme, that breathe Rich fragrance; modest heath, that glows With purple bells; the amaranth bright, That no decay, nor fading knows, Like true love's holiest, rarest light; And every purest flower, that blows In that sweet time, which Love most blesses, When spring on summer's confines presses.
thomas love peacock— Rhododaphne, Canto I, line 107.
Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, of human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works to me expunged and razed, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
john milton— 1665 Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.3, l.40-50.
Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London!) And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonderland.
Alfred Noyes— 1904 'The Barrel-Organ'.
How sweet I roamed from field to field,And tasted all the summer's pride,Till I the prince of love beheld,Who in the sunny beams did glide!
william blake— Song (How Sweet I Roamed), st. 1
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate:...So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
william shakespeare— XVIII
Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are callingFrom glen to glen, and down the mountain side,The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,It's you, it's you must go, and I must bide.
fred weatherly— Song Danny Boy
Can such things be,And overcome us like a summer's cloud,Without our special wonder?
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Macbeth (1605), Act III, scene 4, line 110.
Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge— A Christmas Carol, viii.
Oh, Brignal banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer's queen.
walter scott— Canto III, stanza 16.
I am going like a lamb to the slaughter; but I am calm as a summer's morning; I have a conscience void of offense toward God, and toward all men. I SHALL DIE INNOCENT, AND IT SHALL YET BE SAID OF ME HE WAS MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD.
smith, joseph, jr.— Smith's comments upon deciding to go to Carthage for incarceration and to face legal prosecution. As quoted in [ Doctrine and Covenants 135:4; also quoted as "I am going like a lamb to the slaughter, but I am calm as a summer's morning. I have a conscience void of offense toward God and toward all men. If they take my life, I shall die an innocent man, and my blood shall cry from the ground for vengeance, and it shall be said of me, 'He was murdered in cold blood.'"
A proper man as one shall see in a summer's day.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream (c. 1595-96), Act I, scene 2, line 89.
Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, Macbeth (1605), Act III, scene 4, line 110.
Now the summer's in prime Wi' the flowers richly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme A' the moorlands perfuming. To own dear native scenes Let us journey together, Where glad innocence reigns 'Mang the braes o' Balquhither.
— Robert Tannahill, The Braes o' Balquhither.
I am going like a lamb to the slaughter; but I am calm as a summer's morning; I have a conscience void of offense toward God, and toward all men. I SHALL DIE INNOCENT, AND IT SHALL YET BE SAID OF ME HE WAS MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD.
— Smith's comments upon deciding to go to Carthage for incarceration and to face legal prosecution. As quoted in [ Doctrine and Covenants 135:4; also quoted as "I am going like a lamb to the slaughter, but I am calm as a summer's morning. I have a conscience void of offense toward God and toward all men. If they take my life, I shall die an innocent man, and my blood shall cry from the ground for vengeance, and it shall be said of me, 'He was murdered in cold blood.'"
From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star.
john milton— John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book I, line 742
On Sundays, at the matin-chime, The Alpine peasants, two and three, Climb up here to pray; Burghers and dames, at summer's prime, Ride out to church from Chamberry, Dight with mantles gay, But else it is a lonely time Round the Church of Brou.
Matthew Arnold— Matthew Arnold, The Church of Brou, II, Stanza 3.
If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day.
Percy Bysshe Shelley— Old Weather Rhyme.
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close, Only the empty nests are left behind. And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Harvest Moon, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 652.
Go down to Kew in lilac-time, in lilac-time, in lilac-time; Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London). And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonderland; Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London).
Alfred Noyes— Alfred Noyes, The Barrel Organ.
This flower that first appeared as summer's guest Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves And to her mournful habits fondly cleaves.
william wordsworth— William Wordsworth, Love Lies Bleeding, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 484.
How sweet to move at summer's eve By Clyde's meandering stream, When Sol in joy is seen to leave The earth with crimson beam; When islands that wandered far Above his sea couch lie, And here and there some gem-like star Re-opes its sparkling eye.
— Andrew Park, The Banks of Clyde, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 123.
Oh, my beloved nymph, fair Dove, Princess of rivers, how I love Upon thy flowery banks to lie, And view thy silver stream, When gilded by a summer's beam! And in it all thy wanton fry, Playing at liberty; And with my angle, upon them The all of treachery I ever learned, industriously to try!
— Charles Cotton, The Retirement, line 34, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 201.
He stood beside a cottage lone, and listened to a lute, one summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, and the nightingale was mute.
— Thomas Hervey, The Devil's Progress.
Scarcely a tear to shed;Hardly a word to say;The end of a summer's day;Sweet Love is dead.
william allingham— An Evening; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Autumn grows old: he, like some simple one,In summer's castaway is strangely clad
william henry davies— Autumn
Welcome, dear Goldenrod, once more, Thou mimic, flowering elm! I always think that summer's store Hangs from thy laden stem.
Horace scudder— Horace H. Scudder, To the Goldenrod at Midsummer.
The Indian Summer, the dead summer's soul.
— Mary Clemmer, Presence, line 62.
At the head of Flora's dance; Simple Snow-drop, then in thee All thy sister-train I see; Every brilliant bud that blows, From the blue-bell to the rose; All the beauties that appear, On the bosom of the Year, All that wreathe the locks of Spring, summer's ardent breath perfume, Or on the lap of Autumn bloom, All to thee their tribute bring.
james montgomery— James Montgomery, Snow-Drop.
