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The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than ...

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John AshberySelf-Portrait in a Convex Mirror

He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration ...

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It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.

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John CheeverThe Stories of John Cheever

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could...

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John KeatsBright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

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John SteinbeckTravels with Charley: In Search of America

August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the ...

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The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, ...

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Summer is the time for dreaming, and then you have to stop. But some people go on dreaming all their...

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I wear clothes that most people in the Midwest would probably deem inappropriate at my age. And I ro...

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I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girlFrom summer she is made my lovely summer girlI'd love...

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I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,I’d l...

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It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hil...

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One swallow alone does not make the summer.

Or maybe watching you enjoy a carefree summer while you fell in love was what kept me out of the hos...

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Summer bachelors, like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.

Summer bachelors like summer breezes, are never as cool as they pretend to be.

Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Kodachrome... it gives us those nice, bright colors,gives us the greens of summers,makes ya think al...

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Paul SimonPaul Simon: There Goes Rhymin' Simon

Kodachrome... it gives us those nice, bright colors,gives us the greens of summers,makes ya think al...

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Paul SimonPaul Simon: There Goes Rhymin' Simon

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...seal...

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The mosquitos were gone from the porch, and surely when they abandoned the conflict the war with Tim...

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The sidewalks were haunted by dustghosts all night as the furnace wind summoned them up,swung them a...

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No,” moaned Tom in despair. “School. School straight on ahead! Why, why do dime stores show things l...

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And they left the mellow light of the dandelion wine and went upstairs to carry out the last few rit...

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June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense o...

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Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices...

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Summer quiet thoughts on summer quiet noons.

It was summer and moonlight and we had lemonade to drink, and we held the cold glasses in our hands,...

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. . .and he has nevergiven up his conviction that if you just try all the doors one of them is bound...

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Farewell, Timothy Riley’s Bar," Lane said softly. "Home of the nickel beer. Snooker emporium. Reposi...

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When it's summer, people sit a lot. Or lie. Lie in the sense of recumbency. A good heavy book holds ...

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Roy Blount, Jr.Where Books Fall Open: A Reader's Anthology of Wit & Passion

So slip on your goggles and your reading trunks, for the sun is high. Let me leave you with one more...

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Roy Blount, Jr.Where Books Fall Open: A Reader's Anthology of Wit & Passion

There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

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Rudyard KiplingThe Light That Failed [Illustrated]

Voters inclined to loathe and fear elite Ivy League schools rarely make fine distinctions between Ya...

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Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.

To me, summer has always been about potential. This was especially true when I was in high school. T...

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If June was the beginning of a hopeful summer, and July the juice middle, August was suddenly feelin...

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Sarah DessenThe Moon and More

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime af...

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The ticking seconds pulled me toward the end. It was cold when he no longer held me. It got colder e...

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August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

I don't know how long I kept at it...I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quit...

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These marvels were great and comfortable ones, but in the old England there was a greater still. The...

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I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering sk...

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Toni MorrisonThe Bluest Eye

Sophia and Grandmother sat down by the shore to discuss the matter further. It was a pretty day, and...

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Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizz...

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Integrity is so perishable in the summer months of success.

I propose a toast to mirth; be merry! Let us complete our course of law by folly and eating! Indiges...

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He sighed profoundly, and flung himself - there was a passion in his movements which deserves the wo...

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[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, o...

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Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night!Night of south winds! Night...

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A poor old Widow in her weedsSowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;Not too shallow, and not too de...

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He knew he would always remember her, standing there with that expectant, forward-looking smile, eno...

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Willa CatherThe Song of the Lark

The cotton was open and spilling into the fields; the very air smelled of it. In field after field a...

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Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.Aut...

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Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on th...

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They say it'll be even hotter tomorrow. that's how we spend the summer. complaining about the heat.

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Yōko OgawaThe Housekeeper and the Professor

DaffodowndillyShe wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown;She turned to the south win...

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A. A. MilneWhen We Were Very Young

In the summer I wear shorts with a bright top and ankle boots or just sandals. I'll add a nice scarf...

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Tears are the summer showers to the soul.

Before the beginning of yearsThere came to the making of manTime, with a gift of tears;Grief, with a...

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Algernon Charles SwinburnePoems and Ballads Atalanta in Calydon

Occasionally I have come across a last patch of snow on top of a mountain in late May or June. There...

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Summer blockbusters are very expensive to make. They have things that have to be expensive, such as ...

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And in the depths of music, I didn’t find the answer,And again there was silence, and again the ghos...

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Anna AkhmatovaThe Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

It was a beautiful summer afternoon, at that delicious period of the year when summer has just burst...

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One swallow does not make a summer,neither does one fine day; similarly one day or brief time of hap...

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On Saturday afternoons I used to go for a walk with my mother. From the dusk of the hallway, we step...

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Bruno SchulzThe Street of Crocodiles

Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared...

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I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time. It...

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Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in...

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Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now ...

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Whenever the sun is shining, I feel obligated to play outside!

My heart almost died within me; miserable longings strained its chords. How long were the September ...

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The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy c...

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If you're a follower of Jesus, He has given you abundance so that you can care for others, not so yo...

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Craig GroeschelWeird: Because Normal Isn't Working

If you're a follower of Jesus, He has given you abundance so that you can care for others, not so yo...

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Craig GroeschelWeird: Because Normal Isn't Working

Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even sayi...

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Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet con...

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Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the...

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The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on ...

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At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.

Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing...

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I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came s...

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That summer lying in the long grass with my head propped up against the back of a saddle, with the z...

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If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysi...

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Evelyn WaughBrideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder

And then, one fairy night, May became June.

Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dr...

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Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in...

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Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water,Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light,Bosomin...

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We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. S...

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Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.

Summer fell upon Paris, with everyone still intently following his own subterranean course of passio...

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The days were longer then (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons w...

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It was a vast, luminous dream in which his whole life seemed to stretch out before him like a landsc...

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My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter f...

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