“The purple violets and marigolds Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave While summer days doth last. Ay me, poor maid,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
O summer day beside the joyous sea! O summer day so wonderful and white, So full of gladness and so full of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A kestrel can and does hover in the dead calm of summer days, when there is not the faintest breath of wind.… — Richard Jefferies Copy Share Image
Your own self-will and anxiety, your hurry and labor, disturb your peace and prevent Me from working in you. Look at the… — Gerhard Tersteegen Copy Share Image
The summer days blow through fiercely. With the buried feeling that something is going to happen. Over a summer storm, Soon, the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Physical force has no value, where there is nothing else. Snow in snow-banks, fire in volcanoes and solfataras is cheap. The luxury… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“The Blue Fly" Five summer days, five summer nights, The ignorant, loutish, giddy blue-fly Hung without motion on the cling peach Humming… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
“After two weeks came the first letter from Alexander. Tatiasha, Can there be anything harder than this? Missing you is a physical… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
“the battered woman--for she wore a skirt--with her right hand exposed, her left clutching at her side, stood singing of love--love which… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
They held hands and knew that only the coffin would lie in the earth; the bubbly laughter and the press of fingers… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
If you can run six miles on a summer day, then you, my friend, are a lethal weapon in the animal kingdom. — Christopher McDougall Copy Share Image
I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone; No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath… — Dorothy Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Freemans Mill The old mill long had closed its doors the rotting wheel would turn no more no grain to grind, no… — Sadie Copy Share Image
Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
She had taken to wondering lately, during these swift-counted years, what had been done with all those wasted summer days; how could… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
Relief washed over me like that first air-conditioned breeze on a hot summer day. — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
“Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing… — Norman Maclean Copy Share Image
“Hitler spends more time at the Wolf’s Lair than in Berlin—some eight hundred days in the last three years alone. The Führer… — Bill O'Reilly Copy Share Image
Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight,… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
The summer day is closed - the sun is set: Well they have done their office, those bright hours, The latest of… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
One summer day, while I was walking along the country road on the farm where I was born, a section of the… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
