<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>June - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers; In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her,  In vain would fond ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23565]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23565</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days;  Then Heaven tries ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23566]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23566</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23567]]></link><description><![CDATA[No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23567</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing, So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see;  So blithe ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23568]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23568</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses,  When pleasant sights salute the eyes  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23569]]></link><description><![CDATA[It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses,  When pleasant sights salute the eyes   And pleasant scents the noses.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23569</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Do you recall that night in June Upon the Danube River;  We listened to the landler-tune,   We ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23563]]></link><description><![CDATA[Do you recall that night in June Upon the Danube River;  We listened to the landler-tune,   We watched the moonbeams quiver.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23563</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched--my eyeballs burn,  I scent no flowery gust;  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23564]]></link><description><![CDATA[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."]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23564</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Who comes with Summer to this earth And owes to June her day of birth,  With ring of Agate ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23250]]></link><description><![CDATA[Who comes with Summer to this earth And owes to June her day of birth,  With ring of Agate on her hand,   Can health, wealth, and long life command.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/23250</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round,  And thought that when I came to lie ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18212]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/18212</guid></item></channel></rss>