NOVEMBER 



NOVEMBER 



QUOTATIONS FOR NOVEMBER 



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November woods are bare and still ; 

 November days are clear and bright ; 

 Each noon burns up the morning's chill, 

 The morning's snow is gone by night. 

 Jackson. 



What visionary tints the year puts on. 

 When falling leaves falter through mo- 

 tionless air 

 Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone ! 



Lowell. 

 Glorious are the woods in their latest 



gold and crimson. 

 Yet our full-leaved willows are in their 



freshest green. 

 Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully 



dealing 

 With the growths of summer. I never 



yet have seen. Bryant. 



Think, oh, grateful, think ! 

 How good the God of Harvest is to you. 

 Who pours abundance o'er your flowing 



fields. Thompson. 



The dusky waters shudder as they 



shine, 



The russet leaves obstruct the strag- 

 gling way 

 Of oozy brooks, which no deep banks 



define. 

 And the gaunt woods, in ragged, scant 



array, 

 Wrap their old limbs with sombre ivy 



twine. Hartley Coleridge. 

 In rattling showers dark November's 



rain 

 From every stormy cloud, descends 



amain. Ruskin. 



A thankful heart is not only the great- 

 est virtue, but the parent of all the 

 other virtues. Cicero. 



The wild November come at last 

 Beneath a veil of rain : 

 The night wind blows its folds aside, 

 Her face is full of pain. Stoddard. 

 Gratitude is the fairest blossom that 

 springs from the soul ; and the heart 

 of man knoweth none more fragrant. 

 Ballon. 



Four things a man must learn to do 

 If he would make his record true : 

 To think without confusion clearly ; 

 To love his fellow-men sincerely ; 

 To act from honest motives purely; 

 To trust in God and Heaven securely. 



Van Dyke. 



And Autumn, in his leafless bowers. 

 Is waiting for the Winter's snow. 



Whittier. 



The sun of the Indian Summer 

 Laughed at the bare old trees, 

 An they shook their leafless branches 

 In the soft autumnal 



Vininff-Yule. 

 It Is very nice to think 

 The world Is full of meat and drink, 

 With little children paying grace 

 In every Christian kind of place. 



Stevenson. 



Fear not November's challenge bold 

 We've book* and friends. 

 And hearths that H.-VT can grow cold: 

 These make amends ! Frascr. 



't.M unkind, kind deeds 

 With roldnen* tlll returning; 

 Alan ! the gratitude of men 

 Hath often left me mourn In*. 



16. The melancholy days are come, the 



saddest of the year. 

 Of wailing winds, and naked woods, 

 and meadows brown and sear. 

 Bryant. 



17. No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no 



bees; 

 No fruit, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, 



November ! Hood. 



J8. Let the man who would be grateful 

 think of repaying a kindness, even 

 while receiving it. Seneca. 



19. Departing wild birds gather 



On the high branches, ere they haste 



away. 

 Singing their farewell to the frigid 



ether 

 And fading day. Ramsay. 



20. But let the good old corn adorn 

 The hills our fathers trod ; 

 Still let us, for His golden corn, 

 Send up our thanks to God ! 



Whittier. 



i' i . I saw old Autumn in the misty morn 

 Stand shadowless like silence, listening 

 To silence, for no lonely bird would sing 

 Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, 

 Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn. 

 Hood. 

 --. For strong souls 



Live like fire-hearted suns; to spend 



their strength 

 In furthest striving action. Eliot. 



23. O give thanks unto the Lord for he is 

 good ; for his mercy endureth forever. 



Psalms. 



24. Dressed in robes of gorgeous hue, 

 Brown and gold with crimson blent. 

 The forest to the waters blue 



Its own enchanting tints has lent. 



Moodie. 



25. Yet one smile more, departing, distant 



sun ! 

 One mellow smile through the soft 



vapory air, 

 Ere o'er the frozen earth the loud winds 



run, 

 Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows 



bare. Bryant. 



26. It is a good thing to give thanks unto 

 the Lord and to sing praises unto thy 

 name, O most High. Psalms. 



27. Some hae meat that canna eat. 

 And some would eat that want it, 

 But we hae meat and we can eat. 



So let the Lord be thanklt. Burns. 



28. Blow, blow thou winter wind, 

 Thou art not so unkind 



As man's ingratitude. 



Shakespeare. 



29. I am glad a task to me is given, 

 To labor at day by day ; 



For It brings me health and strength 



and hope, 



And I cheerfully learn to sny 

 Head, you may think. Heart, you may 



JVH. 



But Hand, you shall work nlway. 



Alcott. 



30. Autumn wins you best by this, its mute 

 Appeal to sympathy for Its <! 



Browning. 



