C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • Fie upon thee, November! thou dost ape
  • The airs of thy young sisters;—thou hast stolen
  • The witching smile of May to grace thy lip,
  • And April’s rare capricious loveliness
  • Thou’rt trying to put on!
  • Julia C. R. Dorr.

  • The wild November comes at last
  • Beneath a veil of rain;
  • The night wind blows its folds aside,
  • Her face is full of pain.
  • The latest of her race, she takes
  • The Autumn’s vacant throne:
  • She has but one short moon to live,
  • And she must live alone.
  • R. H. Stoddard.

  • In rattling showers dark November’s rain,
  • From every stormy cloud, descends amain.
  • Ruskin.

  • On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungathered;
  • Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee,
  • Gathering tawny chestnuts, and shouting when beside them
  • Drops the heavy fruit of the tall black-walnut tree.
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  • Dreary is the time when the flowers of earth are withered.
  • William Cullen Bryant.

  • The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
  • Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.
  • Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead;
  • They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit’s tread;
  • The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay,
  • And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
  • William Cullen Bryant.