JUNE 



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JUNE 



QUOTATIONS FOR JUNE 



1. Then let us, one and all, be contented 



with our lot ; 

 The June is here this morning, and the 



sun is shining hot ; 

 Oh ! let us fill our hearts up with the 



glory of the day, 

 And banish ev'ry doubt and care and 



sorrow far away. Riley. 



2. A noise like of a hidden brook 



In the leafy month of June, 

 That to the sleeping woods all night 

 Singeth a quiet tune. Coleridge. 



3. It's surely summer, for there's a swal- 



low : 



Come one swallow, his mate will follow, 

 The bird race quicken and wheel and 



thicken. C. G. Rossetti. 



4. All green and fair the Summer lies, 

 Just budded from the bud of Spring. 



Coolidge. 



5. Oh, my love's like a red, red rose, 

 That's newly sprung in June. 



Burns. 



6. O summer day beside the joyous sea ! 

 O summer day so wonderful and white ! 



Longfellow. 



7. Then came the jolly sommer, being 



dight 



In a thin silken cassock, coloured 

 greene. Spenser. 



8. We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses, 

 Dewy as the morning and colored like 



the dawn. Read. 



9. We sit in the warm shade and feel 



right well 



How the sap creeps up and the blos- 

 soms swell ; 



We may shut our eyes, but we cannot 

 help knowing 



That skies are clear and grass is grow- 

 ing. Lowell. 

 1Q. Oh, for boyhood's time of June, 



Crowding years in one brief moon. 

 Whittier. 



11. There through the long, long summer 



hours 



The golden light should lie, 

 And thick young herbs and groups of 



flowers 

 Stand in their beauty by. Bryant. 



12. Yoh rosebuds in the morning dew, 

 How pure amang the leaves sae green ! 



Burns. 



13. From all the misty morning air, there 



comes a summer sound, 

 A murmur as of waters from skies, and 

 trees, and ground. Gilder. 



14. (Flag Day) 

 Hats off! 



Along the streets there comes 



A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums ; 



A flash of color beneath the sky ; 



Hats off! 



The flag is passing' by ! Bennett. 



15. No price is set on the lavish summer; 

 June may be had by the poorest comer. 



Lowell. 



16. The idle butterfly 



Should rest him there, and there be 



heard 



The housewife bee and humming bird. 

 Bryant. 



17. It is the month of June, 



The month of leaves and roses. 



Willis. 



18. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, 



Old Time is still a-flying, 

 And this same flower that smiles to-day 

 To-morrow will be dying. Herrick. 



19. Flowery June, 

 When brooks send up a cheerful tune, 

 And groves a joyous sound. Bryant. 



20. Before green apples blush, 



Before green nuts embrown, 

 Why, one day in the country 

 Is worth a month in town. 



C. G. Rossetti. 



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And the stately lilies stand 

 Fair in the silvery light, 

 Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer. 

 Dorr. 



And every time a June day dies 

 We sigh, "Comes ever such a day 

 again?" Carr. 



O beautiful, royal Rose, 



O Rose, so fair and sweet ! 

 Queen of the garden art thou ! 



The lily has an air, 



And the snowdrop a grace, 



And the sweet pea a way, 



And the heart's-ease a face 



Yet there's nothing like the rose 

 When she blows. Rossetti. 



The flowers are Nature's poems, 



In blue and red and gold ; 

 With every change from bud to bloom, 



Sweet fantasies unfold. Unknown. 



The grass so little has to do 



A sphere of simple green, 



With only butterflies to brood, 



And bees to entertain, 



And stir all day to pretty tunes 



The breezes fetch along, 



And hold the sunshine in its lap, 



And bow to everything. Dickinson. 



Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,. 

 And o'er the crystal streamlet plays. 

 Burns. 



What would the rose with all her pride 



be worth, 

 Were there no sun to call her bright- 



ness forth? Moore. 



And what is so rare as a day in June? 

 Then, if ever, come perfect days; 

 Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, 

 And over it softly her warm ear lays ; 

 Whether we look or whether we listen 

 We hear life murmur, we see it glisten. 

 Lowell. 



June falls asleep upon her bier of 



flowers ; 



In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her, 

 In vain would fond winds fan her back 



to life; 

 Her hours are numbered on the floral 



dial. Larcom. 



