OCTOBER 



OCTOBER 



OCTOBER QUOTATIONS 



B. 



Season of mists and mellow fruitful- 

 ness! 



Close bosom-friend of the maturing 

 sun ; 



Conspiring with him how to load and 

 hh'ss 



With fruit the vines that round the 

 thatch-eaves run. Keats. 



Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along 



the woods. 

 And day by day the dead leaves fall 



and melt. 



And night by night the monitory blast 

 Wails in the key-hole. Allingham. 



\ prince can mak a belted knight, 

 A marquis, duke, and a' that : 

 But an honest man's aboon his might, 

 Guid faith, he maunna fa' that. 



Burns. 



He serves his party best who serves 

 the country best. Hayes. 



At every turn the maples burn, 



The quail is whistling free, 



The partridge whirs, and the frosted 



burs 

 Are dropping for you and me. 



Stedman. 



Self-trust Is the essence of heroism. 

 Emerson. 



Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard ! 

 Heap high the golden corn ! 

 No richer gift has Autumn poured 

 From out her lavish horn. 



Whittier. 



Confidence is that feeling by which the 

 mind embarks in great and honorable 

 courses with a sure hope and trust in 

 itself. Cicero. 



Tell me thy company, and I will toll 

 thee what thou art. Cervantes. 



Ere, In the northern gale, 

 The summer tresses of the trees are 



gone, 



The woods of Autumn, all around our 

 vale. 

 Have put their glory on. 



Bryant. 



Yellow, mellow, ripened days, 

 red in a golden coating ; 



. (In-ainy. listless haze, 

 White and dainty cloudlets Moating. 

 Carleton. 



To God, thy countrie and thy friend, 

 be true. Vaughan. 



is begin to wear the crimson 



And nuns grow meek, and the meek 



mm* grow bi 

 And the year smiles UH It draws near 



its death. Bryant. 



ty in the bent policy." hut ho 

 who actH on thut prln<-lpl> Is not an 

 honest man. Whatclv. 



They are able because they think they 

 are able. Vergil. 



Sin* a song of season*. 



thing bright In till ' 

 Floweri in tin- mimmer, 

 Fires In the fall. Stevenson. 



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An honest man's word is as good us his 

 bond. Cervantes. 



suns and skies and clouds of June, 

 And flowers of June together, 



Ye cannot rival for one hour 

 October's bright blue weather. 



Jackson. 



His store of nuts and acorns now 

 The squirrel hastes to gain. 

 And sets his house In order for 

 The winter's dreary reign. Carj/. 



Sing me a song of the Autumn clear, 

 With the mellow days and the ruddy 



eves ; 



Sing me a song of the ending year, 

 With the piled up leaves. 



Duncan Scott. 



He prayeth best who loveth best 

 All things, both great and small ; 

 For the dear God who loveth us, 

 He made and loveth all. 



Coleridge. 



Bright, pallid, changing, chill October 



morn : 

 Across your windy, keen, exhilarant 



air, 



You loom, a cameo dream, a vision fair. 

 Wilfred Campbell. 



How happy is he born and taught 

 That serveth not another's will ; 

 Whose armour is his honest thought, 

 And simple truth his utmost skill. 



Wotton. 



1 love to wander through the woodlands 



hoary, 



In the soft light of an autumnal day. 

 When Summer gathers up her robes of 



And 



glory, 

 like a 

 away. 



dream of beauty glides 

 Whitman. 



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II, 



An honest man's the noblest work of 

 God. Pope. 



Autumn 



Into earth's lap does throw 

 Brown apples gay in a game of play. 

 As the equinoctials blow. Mulork. 



Never esteem anything ns of advantau- 

 to thee that shall make thee break thy 

 word or lose thy self-respect. 



Marcus Aurelius. 



Gone are the birds that were our sum- 

 mer guests, 



With the last sheaves return the labor- 

 Ing wains. Longfellow. 



This above all to thine own self be 



true, 

 And it must follow, as the night the 



day, 

 Thou canst not then be fnls- t. any 



mun. Shakespeare. 



The brown leaves rustle down the forest 

 Where naked branches make a fitful 



luuit, 



And the lo*t blooms of Autumn wlth- 

 i He. Arnold. 



A thing of beauty I* a Joy for* 

 ; .line** Increases; It win 



Pass into nothingness. Keats. 



