July Bright summer comes along the sky, LEIGH HUNT. July 1. 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 face- July 2. Oh! truly blest, and blest for ever, Young. 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, I kiss'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek, John Cunningham. If solid happiness we prize, 144 Cotton. The royal sun rose up in state, Our marriage-day adorning ; To go to church that morning. Amelia B. Edwards. Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth, July 5. Bless'd as the immortal gods is he, Ambrose Philips. Upon her eyelids many graces sit, July 6. Spenser (The Faerie Queene). What though from Fortune's lavish bounty We'll find within our pittance plenty, And be content without excess. John Gilbert Cooper. From the gay world we'll oft retire Cotton. |