June

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Juneis the sixth month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian calendars, and is the month with the longest daylight hours of the year in the Northern Hemisphere and the shortest daylight hours of the year in the Southern Hemisphere. June in the Northern Hemisphere is the seasonal equivalent to December in the Southern Hemisphere and vice versa. In the Northern hemisphere, the beginning of the meteorological summer is 1 June. In the Southern hemisphere, the beginning of the meteorological winter is 1 June.

Quotes

• Purple loosestrife arrived early, shaking luxuriant locks along the edge of the mirror whence its own face laughed back at it. Willow-herb, tender and wistful, like a pink sunset-cloud was not slow to follow. Comfrey, the purple hand-in-hand with the white, crept forth to take its place in the line; and at last one morning the diffident and delaying dog-rose stepped delicately on the stage, and one knew, as if string music has announced it in stately chords that strayed into a gavotte, that June at last was here.
  • Kenneth Grahame,The Wind in the Willows(1908)

• 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 Perry,"In June", inAfter the Ball and Other Poems(Boston: James R. Osgood and Company, 1875), p. 152.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

Quotes reported inHoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations(1922), p. 413.

• Do you recall that night in June
  Upon the Danube River;
  We listened to the ländler-tune,
  We watched the moonbeams quiver.
  • Charles A. Aïdé,Danube 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 sexton's hand, my grave to make,
  The rich, green mountain-turf should break.
  • William Cullen Bryant,June.

• What joy have I in June's return?
  My feet are parched—my 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."
  • Thomas Hood,Town and Country,Ode Imitated from Horace.

• June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;
  In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her,
  In vain would fond winds fan her back to life,
  Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.
  • Lucy Larcom,Death of June,line 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.
  • James Russell Lowell,The Vision of Sir Launfal.

• It is the month of June,
  The month of leaves and roses,
  When pleasant sights salute the eyes
  And pleasant scents the noses.
  • Nathaniel Parker Willis,The Month of June.