Summer Quotes

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

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!

Little Fly, Thy summers play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance, And drink, and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.

It was an actual Christmas tree farm. We had, like, 15 acres. It was really fun as a kid. I also spent my summers at the Jersey Shore, on the bay in Stone Harbor. I walked everywhere barefoot. It was just the most amazing, magical way to grow up.

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.

Every man makes his own summer. The season has no character of its own, unless one is a farmer with a professional concern for the weather.

Autumn grows old: he, like some simple one, In Summer's castaway is strangely clad

In Mrs. Swinton's garden, it was always summer. The lovely almond trees stood about it in perpetual leaf. Monica Swinton plucked a saffron-colored rose and showed it to David

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

And now comes the summer of violence And my youth is as dead as the springtime O Sun it is the time of fiery Reason.

To thy lover, O Lord, the railing of the world is wild honey and the pelting of stones by the mob is summer rain on the body. For is it not Thou that railest and peltest, and is it not Thou in the stones that strikest and hurtest me?

On summer evenings, before bathtime, my dad used to pick me up by the ankles and swing me round and round! Then one arm and one leg! Like an aeroplane - Wheeeee! We trashed that bathroom.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm, Short as it violent is.

Winter draws what summer paints.