Quotes by Summer Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes. Alexander Pope flower eye summer But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat, Alexander Pope murmuring shade summer Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice. Alexander Pope wise summer war I've lived to bury my desires and see my dreams corrode with rust now all that's left are fruitless fires that burn my empty heart to dust. Struck by the clouds of cruel fate My crown of Summer bloom is sere Alone and sad, I watch and wait And wonder if the end is near. As conquered by the last cold air When Winter whistles in the wind Alone upon a branch that's bare A trembling leaf is left behind. Alexander Pushkin summer dream heart I enjoy the sun and the beauty of summer as long as I can. Who knows whether one of these days I shall not be prevented from doing it? Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich of Russia summer sun long I have a lot of nice Italian winter clothes that make me look like a sophisticated Lebanese professor, so my friend Robert and I go around pretending to be experts in Arabic politics. It doesn't work in the summer though. I don't have the right clothes. Alexei Sayle nice summer winter I moved to Seattle when I was two or three years old. Had my early education there, and would spend summers on the farm in Maryland. Then I went to boarding school in New Hampshire, to St. Paul's School. From there, I moved to London. Alexis Denisof summer years school Tears are summer showers to the soul. Alfred Austin tears soul summer Through the dripping weeks that follow One another slow, and soak Summer's extinguished fire and autumn's drifting smoke. Alfred Austin autumn fire summer Wafted up, The stealing cloud with soft grey blinds the sky And in its vapory mantle onward steps The summer shower. Alfred Billings Street summer sky clouds I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods: I envy not the beast that takes His license in the field of time, Unfetter’d by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. Alfred Lord Tennyson weed summer heart I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound. Alfred Lord Tennyson summer happiness lying Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light, Alfred Lord Tennyson flower summer fall I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods. Alfred Lord Tennyson cages envy summer Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of warring words; She brightens at the clash of "Yes" and "No"; She sees the best that glimmers through the worst; She feels the sun is hid for the night; She spies the summer through the winter bud; She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls; She hears the lark within the songless egg; She finds the fountain where they wailed "Mirage!" Alfred Lord Tennyson summer winter fall And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three. Alfred Lord Tennyson fighting stars summer The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world. Alfred Lord Tennyson summer death lying Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Alfred Lord Tennyson garden cities summer A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas. Alfred Lord Tennyson ice sea summer Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death. Algernon Charles Swinburne pain summer life «1234567891011»