|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|The August cloud * * * suddenly|
Melts into streams of rain.
|In the parching August wind,|
Cornfields bow the head,
Sheltered in round valley depths,
On low hills outspread.
Christina G. RossettiA Years 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 TaylorHome Pastorals. August.