“No sun—no moon! No morn—no noon—No dawn— No sky—no earthly view— No distance looking blue—No road—no street—no "t'other side the way"— No end to any Row— No indications where the Crescents go— No top to any steeple—No recognitions of familiar people— No courtesies for showing 'em— No knowing 'em!No traveling at all—no locomotion,No inkling of the way—no notion— "No go"—by land or ocean— No mail—no post— No news from any foreign coast—No park—no ring—no afternoon gentility— No company—no nobility—No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member—No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November!”

“Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.”

“Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!”

“I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.”

“Oh! would I were dead now Or up in my bed now To cover my head now And have a good cry!”

“O God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!”

“No shade no shine no butterflies no bees No fruits no flowers no leaves no birds November!”

“English I remember I remember The house where I was born The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!”

“Oh God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!”

“Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past And each heart is whispering "Home Home at last!"”

“Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow hard and cold”