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In lang, lang days o' simmer,
When the clear and cloudless sky
Refuses ae weep drap o' rain
To Nature parched and dry,
The genial night, wi' balmy breath,
Gars verdue, spring anew,
An' ilka blade o' grass
Keps its ain drap o' dew.
Author: James Ballantine
Source: Its Ain Drap o' Dew
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And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a
lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.
Author: Bible
Source: Isaiah (ch. I, v. 8)
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O thou who passest through our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer,
Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
Author: William Blake
Source: To Summer
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Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.
Author: Robert Burns
Source: The Birks of Aberfeldy
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I question not if thrushes sing,
If roses load the air;
Beyond my heart I need not reach
When all is summer there.
Author: John Vance Cheney
Source: Love's World
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The Indian Summer, the dead Summer's soul.
Author: Mary Clemmer (Mary Clemmer Ames)
Source: Presence (l. 62)
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Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Author: Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter)
Source: The Nights
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Summer time an' the livin' is easy,
Fish are jumpin' an' the cotton is high.
Oh, yo' daddy's rich, and yo' ma' is good-lookin',
So hush, little baby, don' yo' cry.
Author: Ira Gershwin and DuBose Heyward
Source: Summertime, a song in the play "Porgy and Bess"
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Oh, father's gone to market-town, he was up before the day,
And Jamie's after robins, and the man is making hay,
And whistling down the hollow goes the boy that minds the mill,
While mother from the kitchen door is calling with a will,
"Polly!--Polly!--The cows are in the corn!
Oh, where's Polly?"
Author: Richard Watson Gilder
Source: A Midsummer Song
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Here is the ghost
Of a summer that lived for us,
Here is a promise
Of summer to be.
Author: William Ernest Henley
Source: Rhymes and Rhythms
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All labours draw hame at even,
And can to others say,
"Thanks to the gracious God of heaven,
Whilk sent this summer day."
Author: Alexander Hume
Source: Evening (st. 2)
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Sumer is y cumen in.
Author: John of Fornsete
Source: Harleian Manuscript 978, a famous old musical round, a song probably written in 1226 at the Abbey of
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O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers!
O for an iceberg or two at control!
O for a vale that at midday the dew cumbers!
O for a pleasure trip up to the pole!
Author: Rossiter Johnson
Source: Ninety-Nine in the Shade
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Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with
its usual severity.
Author: Charles Lamb (used pseudonym Elia)
Source: To V. Novello
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That beautiful season
. . . the Summer of All-Saints!
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the
landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Evangeline (pt. I, st. 2)
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Very hot and still the air was,
Very smooth the gliding river,
Motionless the sleeping shadows.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Hiawatha (pt. XVIII, l. 54)
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O summer day beside the joyous sea!
O summer day so wonderful and white,
So full of gladness and so full of pain!
Forever and forever shalt thou be
To some the gravestone of a dead delight,
To some the landmark of a new domain.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Summer Day by the Sea
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But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat,
The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat,
To closer shades the panting flocks remove;
Ye gods! and is there no relief for love?
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: Pastorals--Summer
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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.
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: Pastorals--Summer
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Before green apples blush,
Before green nuts embrown,
Why, one day in the country
Is worth a month in town.
Author: Christina G. Rossetti
Source: Summer
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The summer dawn's reflected hue
To purple changed Lock Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees,
And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,
Trembled but dimpled not for joy.
Author: Sir Walter Scott
Source: The Lady of the Lake (canto III, st. 2)
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Did he so often lodge in open field,
In winter's cold and summer's parching heat,
To conquer France, his true inheritance?
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: King Henry the Sixth, Part II (Gloucester at I, i)
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These are the forgeries of jealousy;
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream (Titania at II, i)
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So ling lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Sonnet XVIII
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Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Tragedy of King Richard the Third (King Richard at I, i)
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