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Bright summer comes along the sky,
And paints the glowing year; Where'er we turn the raptured eye, Her splendid.tints appear.
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.
Shakespeare. What is true beauty but fair virtue's faceVirtue made visible in outward grace?
Are they whom true affection binds;
The union of their constant minds,
Horace. Whate'er I have bidden thee, thou hast obeyed; Whatever forbidden, thou hast not gainsaid.
Longfellow. July 3. Her air was so modest, her aspect so meek,
So simple yet sweet were her charms, I kiss'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek, And lock'd the dear maid in my arms.
If solid happiness we prize,