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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
-- Albert Camus |
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Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.
-- Robert Burns |
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Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.
-- Charles Lamb |
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The Indian Summer, the dead Summer's soul. -- Mary Clemmer |
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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. -- Henry Longfellow |
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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." -- Alexander Hume |
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What a beautiful, sunny morning. It makes you happy to be alive, doesn't it? We can't let the sun outshine us! We have to beam, too!
-- Takayuki Ikkau |
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The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.
-- John Borroughs |
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Sumer is y cumen in.
-- John of Fornsete |
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There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
-- Celia Thaxter |
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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?
-- William Shakespeare |
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