C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • The summer looks out from her brazen tower,
  • Through the flashing bars of July.
  • Francis Thompson.

  • Loud is the summer’s busy song
  • The smallest breeze can find a tongue,
  • While insects of each tiny size
  • Grow teasing with their melodies,
  • Till noon burns with its blistering breath
  • Around, and day lies still as death.
  • Clare.

  • The linden, in the fervors of July,
  • Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
  • Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
  • As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
  • The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
  • The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
  • Of gladness and of thanks.
  • Bryant.