Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
September
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.
George Arnold—September Days.
Come out ’tis now September,
The hunter’s moon’s begun,
And through the wheaten stubble
Is heard the frequent gun.
All Among the Barley. Made popular by the part-song of Mrs. Elizabeth Stirling Bridge. Pub. in The Musical Times, No. 187. Supplement.
The morrow was a bright September morn;
The earth was beautiful as if new-born;
There was that nameless splendor everywhere,
That wild exhilaration in the air,
Which makes the passers in the city street
Congratulate each other as they meet.
Longfellow—Tales of a Wayside Inn. Pt. I. The Student’s Tale. The Falcon of Sir Federigo. L. 135.