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CELIA THAXTER: _A Summer Day,_ St. 15
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Peacefully The quiet stars came out, one after one; The holy twilight fell upon the sea, The summer day was done.
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John Burroughs
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The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.
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Steven Wright
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I looked out my apartment window, and I saw a bird wearingsneakers and a button saying, "I ain't flying no where." Isaid, "What's your problem buddy?" He said, "I'm sick of thisstuff -- winter here, summer there, winter here, summer there.I don't know who thought this stuff up, but it certainly wasn'ta bird." I said, "Well, I was just making breakfast, come onin. Want some eggs? Sorry."
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Unknown
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There comes a time when summer asks what you have been doing all winter.
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Byron: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 1.
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Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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There is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 1.
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Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
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Albert Camus
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In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
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Albert Camus
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In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer.
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Virgil
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This quote reminds me to enjoy each moment of the summer Steep thyself in a bowl of summertime.
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MRS. BARBAULD: _Death of the Virtuous._
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So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er.
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THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1285.
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A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs.
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Shirley Jackson
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February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer.
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THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1269.
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E'en from the body's purity, the mind Receives a secret sympathetic aid.
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Thomas Carlyle
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Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May but at length the season of summer does come.
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Martin Luther King, Jr.
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The sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.
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Diane Ackerman
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Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.
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Henry Beston
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The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
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Philip Larkin
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My mother, who hates thunderstorms,
Holds up each summer day and shakes
It out suspiciously, lest swarms
Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there....
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GEORGE MACDONALD: _Songs of the Spring Days._
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A gentle wind of western birth, From some far summer sea, Wakes daisies in the wintry earth.
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Lin Yutang
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How many of us are able to distinguish between the odors of noon and midnight, or of winter and summer, or of a windy spell and a still one? If man is so generally less happy in the cities than in the country, it is because all these variations and nuance
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SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iv., Sc. 2.
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He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
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American Indian Proverb
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Walk tall as the trees,
live strong as the mountains,
be gentle as the spring winds,
keep the warmth of the summer sun
in your heart, and the great spirit
will always be with you.
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Judith Thurman
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This is the river of the great 19th-century landscapists; of Cole, Cropsey and Church, and at the end of the summer it lies motionless under the haze as under a light coat of varnish.
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John Donne
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Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.
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A Bartlett Giamatti
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It's designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything is new again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains comes, it stops, and leaves you to face the fall alone.
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WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Winter Piece._
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But Winter has yet brighter scenes--he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with many hues.
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THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 1574.
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Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget, The gentle Spenser, fancy's pleasing son; Who, like a copious river, poured his song O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground.
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Henry Van Dyke
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Before the beginning of years
There came to the making of man
Time, with a gift of tears;
Grief, with a glass that ran;
Pleasure, with pain for leaven;
Summer, with flowers that fell;
Remembrance, fallen from heaven,
And madness risen from hel
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Ruth Stout
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There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
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THOMSON: _Seasons, Summer,_ Line 799.
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From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage; Till, in the furious elemental war Dissolv'd, the whole precipitated mass, Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours.
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LONGFELLOW: _Rain in Summer,_ Sts. 1 and 2.
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How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain!
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DR. JOHNSON: _Winter, An Ode._
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Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour; Improve each moment as it flies! Life's a short summer, man a flower; He dies--alas! how soon he dies!
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Steven Wright
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I have a map of the United States...actual size. It says, "Scale: 1 mile = 1 mile." I spent last summer folding it. I also have a full-size map of the world. I hardly ever unroll it.
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R.H. STODDARD: _Under the Trees._
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Summer or winter, day or night, The woods are an ever-new delight; They give us peace, and they make us strong, Such wonderful balms to them belong: So, living or dying, I'll take mine ease Under the trees, under the trees.
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A. Bartlett Giamatti
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It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves yo
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Roger Kahn
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Basketball, hockey and track meets are action heaped upon action, climax upon climax, until the onlooker's responses become deadened. Baseball is for the leisurely afternoons of summer and for the unchanging dreams.
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Tecumseh
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Where today are the Pequot Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people They have vanished before the avarice and the oppression of the White Man, as snow before a summer sun. Will we let ourselves be destroyed in our turn without a struggle, give up our homes, our country bequeathed to us by the Great Spirit, the graves of our dead and everything that is dear to us I know you will cry with me, NEVER NEVER.
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A. Bartlett Giamatti
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It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.
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Ellen Goodman
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What do I want to take home from my summer vacation? Time. The wonderful luxury of being at rest. The days when you shut down the mental machinery that keeps life on track and let life simply wander. The days when you stop planning, analyzing, thinking an
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Mitchell Burgess
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If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before.
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Dwight D Eisenhower
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When I was a small boy growing up in Kansas, a friend of mine and I went fishing and as we sat there in the warmth of a summer afternoon on a riverbank we talked about what we wanted to do when we grew up. I told him that I wanted to be a real major-league baseball player, a genuine professional like Honus Wagner. My friend said that he'd like to be President of the United States. Neither of us got our wish.
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Blow
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George So in the end, was it worth it Jesus Christ. How irreparably changed my life has become. It's always the last days of summer and I've been left out in the cold with no door to get back in. I'll grant you I've had more than my share of poignant moments. Life passes most people by when they're busy making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door.
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William Shakespeare
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Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.
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The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.
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Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.
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In summer, the song sings itself.
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One swallow does not make a summer.
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September tries its best to have us forget summer.
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Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
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How do you know it's summer in Seattle? Rain's warm!
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The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
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We all learn by experience but some of us have to go to summer school.
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There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
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In the depth of winter, I learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
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The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.
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I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
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In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
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"In the summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight
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"Summer in the trees! 'It is time to strangle several bad poets.
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Spring is the time of the year, when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
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"Summer in the trees! 'It is time to strangle several bad poets
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Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions, which move with him like flies on a summer day.
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"Luke, join me or you'll star in Corvette Summer!" -- Mike Nelson
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"Soldiers in peace are like chimneys in summer." -Lord Burghley
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"Your smile, like a summer sun, can brighten my day" -Coverdale/Page
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"Maybe it's a light summer casket..." -- Joel Robinson
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"Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo-bird do sing."
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"It is the summer of my smiles- flee from me Keepers of the Gloom"
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"Sound loves to revel in a Summer night." -Poe
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"My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon will return again" -Zep
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"Very few people are both a summer *and* a winter." - The Riddler
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"Summer In The South" - By A. Z. Hot-Humid
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A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DOE
Unbearably lovely music is heard as the curtain rises, and we see the woods on a summer afternoon. A fawn dances on and nibbles slowly at some leaves. He drifts lazily through the soft foliage. Soon he starts coughing a
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"What did your teenage daughter do all summer?" "Her hair and nails!"
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"Did you enjoy the snow, Garfield?" "Quite. I'm ready for summer now."
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"I spent the summer in Switzerland." "Berne?" "No, nearly froze."
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