“It's a bright summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world.” — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
Bright was the summer of 1296. The war which had desolated Scotland was then at an end. — Jane Porter Copy Share Image
Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps Followed each other till a dreary moor Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
