Quotes About June

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays.

I don't care who her mother is," Magnus said. "You can't see me with out an appointment. Come back later. Next March would be good," "March?" Sebastian looked horrified. "You're right," Magnus said, "Too rainy. How about June?

What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.

China's Dragon Boat Festival in June honors Qu Yuan, an official who drowned himself in 278 B.C. to protest corruption in the Spring and Autumn Period.

I was born in Taunton, Massachusetts on June 1, 1917, but I actually grew up in nearby New Bedford.

His cousin Freddy brought him in on the heist one hot night in early June. It was such a pretty block and on certain nights when it was cool and quiet it was as if you didn't live in the city at all.

what she loved: life, London, this moment of June.

June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, "Consume me. That was at midsummer.

in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.

In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.

In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.

Now, In June, When the night is a vast softness Filled with blue stars, And broken shafts of moon-glimmer Fall upon the earth, Am I too old to see the fairies dance? I cannot find them any more.

We are particularly fortunate to be able to include a contribution from W. Maxwell (Max) Cowan, who passed away on June 30, 2002.

Ah, lovely June, thy sunny days are here, The world seems gayer for thy coming; The glad birds sing their shrill and tender songs, And all day long the bees are humming. All fairest things are of thyself a part: Ah, lovely June, so sweet thou art!...

How softly runs the afternoon Beneath the billowy clouds of June!

June, thy beauty is a snare, To waste time in visions rare; Of vain dreaming, oh, beware!

There is a sweetness of May verging on June that no other time in the whole year can equal. And by sweetness is meant more than flower fragrance or honey taste; this is the greater sweetness of understanding and emotion, the glow of pleasure in being.

The president told the cabinet on June 28, according to Welles, that he had "observed in Hooker the same failings that were observed in McClellan after the battle of Antietam—a want of alacrity to obey, and a greedy call for more troops which could not, and ought not to be taken from other points.

The mission statement was ordered, and it sent the 800th MP Brigade, effective the first of July, up to Baghdad. I joined my brigade to take command at the end of June.

I hate the noon--give me the moon, And dewy nights in May or June.

In the morning would come the last possible moment to flee Paris. That June evening, though, the party went on at the hotel like always.

Even as late as the end of June, astonishingly few French citizens were actively resisting the German occupation. Before the summer ended, the organized resistance would swell to perhaps a couple of hundred thousand people in all of France—less than 3 percent of the population, no matter what tales of bravado anyone told later.

June 1. The opening day of the Atlantic hurricane season

Solo un poeta -ni siquiera un novelista y aun menos un historiador-podría describir la sensación de desesperanza que empezó a impregnar la ciudad de Arkaz a mediados de junio.