|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Do you recall that night in June|
Upon the Danube River;
We listened to the ländler-tune,
We watched the moonbeams quiver.
Charles A. AïdéDanube River.
|I gazed upon the glorious sky|
And the green mountains round,
And thought that when I came to lie
At rest within the ground,
Twere pleasant, that in flowery June,
When brooks send up a cheerful tune,
And groves a joyous sound,
The sextons hand, my grave to make,
The rich, green mountain-turf should break.
|What joy have I in Junes return?|
My feet are parchedmy eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery gust;
But faint the flagging Zephyr springs,
With dry Macadam on its wings,
And turns me dust to dust.
HoodTown and Country. Ode Imitated from Horace.
|June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;|
In vain are dewdrops sprinkled oer her,
In vain would fond winds fan her back to life,
Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.
Lucy LarcomDeath of June. L. 1.
|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.
LowellThe Vision of Sir Launfal.
|So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing,|
So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see;
So blithe and gay the humming-bird a-going
From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee.
Nora PerryIn June.
|It is the month of June,|
The month of leaves and roses,
When pleasant sights salute the eyes
And pleasant scents the noses.
N. P. WillisThe Month of June.