AUGUST QUOTATIONS 



1. All the long August afternoon, 

 The little drowsy stream 

 Whispers a melancholy tune 

 As if it dreamed of June, 

 And whispered in its dream. 



Howells. 



2. But pleasures are like poppies spread, 

 You seize the flow'r, its bloom is dead. 



Burns. 



3. And ye shall succor men ; 



Tin nobleness to serve: 

 Help them who cannot help again. 

 Emerson. 



4. Music, when soft voices die, 

 Vibrates in the memory. Shelley. 



5. Be strong ! 



It matters not how deep entrenched the 



wrong ; 

 How hard the battle goes, the day how 



long; 



Faint not fight on. 

 To-morrow comes the song. Babcock. 



6. The sixth was August, being rich ar- 



rayed 



In garment all of gold down to the 

 ground. Judd. 



1. Not in the clamor of the crowded 

 street, 



Not in the shouts and plaudits of the 

 throng, 



But in ourselves are triumph and de- 

 feat. Longfellow. 



8. The simple faith remains that He 

 Will do, whatever that may be 

 The best alike for man and tree. 



Whittier. 



9. Sweet is pleasure after pain. 



Dryden. 



10. In the parching August wind, 

 Cornfields bow the head, 

 Sheltered in round valley depths, 

 On low hills outspread. Rossetti. 



11. Nor knowest thou what argument 

 Thy life to thy neighbor's creed hath 



lent. Emerson. 



12. The dew is gleaming in the grass, 

 The morning hours are seven, 

 And I am fain to watch you pass, 

 Ye soft white clouds of heaven. 



Lampson. 



13. The August cloud * * * suddenly 

 Melts into streams of rain. Bryant. 



14. Not what we give, but what we share, 

 For the gift without the giver is bare ; 

 Who gives himself with his alms feeds 



three 



Himself, his hungering neighbor, and 

 me. Lowell. 



15. The word impossible is not in my dic- 



tionary. Napoleon. 



16. The bravest are the tenderest, 



The loving are the daring. Taylor. 



17. What I kept. I lost. 

 What I spent, I had. 

 What I gave, I have. 



Persian Proverb. 



18. They can conquer who believe they 



can. Emerson. 



19. In the first drowsy heat of August 



noon 

 Comes the plumed golden rod with 



flaunting train, 



And lifts her yollow head along the 

 way. Judd. 



20. Dream not helm and harness 

 The sign of valor true ; 



Peace hath higher tests of manhood 

 Than battle ever knew. Whittier. 



21. Whether we climb, whether we plod, 

 Space for our task the scant years 



lend- 

 To choose some path that leads to God 

 And keep it to the end. Reese. 



22. The brilliant poppy flaunts her head 

 Amidst the ripening grain, 



And adds her voice to swell the song 

 That August's here again. 



Winslow. 



23. Why, courage then ! what cannot be 



avoided 



'Twere childish weakness to lament or 

 fear. Shakespeare. 



24. In the world's broad field of battle, 

 In the bivouac of life, 



Be not like dumb, driven cattle 

 Be a hero in the strife. Longfellow. 



25. Through all the long midsummer day 

 The meadow-sides are sweet with hay. 



Trowbridge. 



26. Small service is true service while it 



lasts 



The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, 

 Protects the lingering dewdrop from 



the sun. Wordsworth. 



27. The sun has drunk 



The dew that lay upon the morning- 

 grass ; 



There is no rustling in the lofty elm 



That canopies my dwelling, and its 

 shade 



Scarce, cools me. Bryant. 



28. They serve God well 



Who serve his creatures. Norton. 



29. Sin has many tools, but a lie is the 



handle which fits them all. 



Holmes. 



30. I dare do all that may become a man ; 

 Who dares do more is none. 



Shakespeare. 



31. 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 ! 



Longfellow. 



