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SUMMER
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[ Also see Autumn Indian Summer Seasons Spring Weather Winter ]

That beautiful season
  . . . the Summer of All-Saints!
    Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
      Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline
         (pt. I, st. 2)

Very hot and still the air was,
  Very smooth the gliding river,
    Motionless the sleeping shadows.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hiawatha
         (pt. XVIII, l. 54)

O summer day beside the joyous sea!
  O summer day so wonderful and white,
    So full of gladness and so full of pain!
      Forever and forever shalt thou be
        To some the gravestone of a dead delight,
          To some the landmark of a new domain.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
        Summer Day by the Sea

But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat,
  The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat,
    To closer shades the panting flocks remove;
      Ye gods! and is there no relief for love?
      - Alexander Pope, Pastorals--Summer

Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade,
  Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade.
    Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise,
      And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
      - Alexander Pope, Pastorals--Summer

Before green apples blush,
  Before green nuts embrown,
    Why, one day in the country
      Is worth a month in town.
      - Christina Georgina Rossetti, Summer

Who loves not more the night of June than cold December's gloomy noon?
      - Sir Walter Scott

The summer dawn's reflected hue
  To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
    Mildly and soft the western breeze
      Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees,
        And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,
          Trembled but dimpled not for joy.
      - Sir Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake
         (canto III, st. 2)

For men, like butterflies, show not their mealy wings but to the summer.
      - William Shakespeare

Summer's parching heat.
      - William Shakespeare

Thy eternal summer shall not fade.
      - William Shakespeare

These are the forgeries of jealousy;
  And never, since the middle summer's spring,
    Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
      By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
        Or in the beached margent of the sea,
          To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
            But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.
      - William Shakespeare,
        A Midsummer Night's Dream
         (Titania at II, i)

Did he so often lodge in open field,
  In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
    To conquer France, his true inheritance?
      - William Shakespeare,
        King Henry the Sixth, Part II
         (Gloucester at I, i)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
  Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
    Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
      And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
        Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
          And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
            And every fair from fair sometime declines,
              By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
                But thy eternal summer shall not fade
                  Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
                    Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
                      When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
                        So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
                          So ling lives this, and this gives life to thee.
      - William Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII

Now is the winter of our discontent
  Made glorious summer by this son of York;
    And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
      In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
      - William Shakespeare,
        The Tragedy of King Richard the Third
         (King Richard at I, i)

'T is the summer prime, when the noiseless air in perfumed chalice lies.
      - Elizabeth Oakes Smith (nee Prince)

Heat, ma'am! it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones.
      - Sydney Smith, Lady Holland's Memoir
         (vol. I, p. 267)

Then came the jolly sommer, being dight
  In a thin silken cassock, coloured greene,
    That was unlyned all, to be more light.
      - Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
         (bk. VII, canto VII, st. 29)

The weary August days are long;
  The locusts sing a plaintive song,
    The cattle miss their master's call
      When they see the sunset shadows fall.
      - Edmund Clarence Stedman

Child of sun, refulgent summer, comes.
      - James Thomson (1)

Through the lightened air a higher lustre and a clearer calm, diffusive, trembles.
      - James Thomson (1)

From brightening fields of ether fair-disclosed,
  Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
    In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth;
      He comes, attended by the sultry Hours,
        And ever-fanning breezes, on his way.
      - James Thomson (1), Seasons--Summer (l. 1)

All-conquering Heat, O, intermit thy wrath!
  And on my throbbing temples, potent thus,
    Beam not so fierce! incessant still you flow,
      And still another fervent flood succeeds,
        Pour'd on the head profuse. In vain I sigh,
          And restless turn, and look around for night;
            Night is far off; and hotter Hours approach.
      - James Thomson (1), Seasons--Summer
         (l. 451)

Patient of thirst and toil,
  Son of the desert, e'en the Camel feels,
    Shot through his wither'd heat, the fiery blast.
      - James Thomson (1), Seasons--Summer
         (l. 965)

Now, every field and every tree is in bloom; the woods are now in full leaf, and the year is in its highest beauty.
      - Virgil or Vergil (Publius Virgilius Maro Vergil)


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