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Months-July: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

July. 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 — Among the Trees. L. 62.

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 — July.

The Summer looks out from her brazen tower, Through the flashing bars of July.— FRANCIS THOMPSON — A Corymbus for Autumn. St. 3.

August. The August cloud * * * suddenly Melts into streams of rain.— BRYANT — Sella.

In the parching August wind, Cornfields bow the head, Sheltered in round valley depths, On low hills outspread.— CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI — A Year's Windfalls. St. 8.

Dead is the air, and still! the leaves of the locust and walnut Lazily hang from the boughs, inlaying their intricate outlines Rather on space than the sky, on a tideless expansion of slumber.— BAYARD TAYLOR — Home Pastorals.

August. I. September. O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter.— GEORGE ARNOLD — September Days.

The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if new-born; There was that nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.— LONGFELLOW — Tales of a Wayside Inn.

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