January grey is here Like a sexton by her grave February bears the bier March with grief doth howl and rave And April weeps - but O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
October turned my maple's leaves to gold The most are gone now here and there one lingers Soon these will slip from out the twig's weak hold Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.
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T. B. Aldrich
If cold December gave you birth The month of snow and ice and mirth Place on your hand a turquoise blue Success will bless what'er you do.
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Anonymous
Thirty days hath September April June and November All the rest have thirty-one Excepting February alone: Which hath but twenty-eight in fine Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.
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Anonymous
O sweet September thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter.
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George Arnolds
Oh to be in England Now that April's there.
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
More Quotes By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.
In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
God is an hypothesis, and, as such, stands in need of proof: the onus probandi rests on the theist.
