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The linden, in the fervors of July, Of gladness and of thanks.
— July
The linden, in the fervors of July, Of gladness and of thanks.
The English winter — ending in July, To recommence in August.
Loud is the summer's busy songAround, and day lies still as death.
Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers.
The flames kindled on the 4th of July 1776, have spread over too much of the globe to be extinguished by the feeble engines of despotism; on the contrary, they will consume these engines and all who work them.
We go in withering July We sweat and grumble, but we go.
The Summer looks out from her brazen tower, Through the flashing bars of July.
Many public-school children seem to know only two dates: 1492 and 4th of July; and as a rule they don't know what happened on either occasion.
In July the Sun is hot.Is it shining? No, it's not!
