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October's child is born for woe,
  And life's vicissitudes must know;
    But lay on Opal on her breast,
      And hope will lull those woes to rest.
      - Unattributed Author, October,
        in "Notes and Queries", May 11, 1889, p. 371

October turned my maple's leaves to gold;
  The most are gone now; here and there one lingers:
    Soon these will slip from the twigs' weak hold,
      Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.
      - Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Maple Leaves

O'er hill and field October's glories fade;
  O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly;
    The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade,
      Where naked branches make a fitful shade,
        And the lost blooms of Autumn withered lie.
      - George Arnold

October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming--October than May. Every green thing loves to die in bright colors.
      - Henry Ward Beecher

October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-month.
      - Henry Ward Beecher

Autumn is here; we cull his lingering flowers.
 * * * * *
The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
  Warms the low spot; upon its grass mould
    The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
      Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
      - William Cullen Bryant

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
  And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
      - William Cullen Bryant, October

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
  Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mould
    The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
      Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
      - William Cullen Bryant, October

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir:
  We must rise and follow her,
    When from every hill of flame
      She calls, and calls each vagabond by name.
      - William Bliss Carman, Vagabond Song

October's gold is dim--the forests rot,
  The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day
    Is wrapped in damp.
      - David Gray

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October. The sunshine is peculiarly genial; and in sheltered places, as on the side of a bank, or of a barn or house, one becomes acquainted and friendly with the sunshine. It seems to be of a kindly and homely nature. And the green grass strewn with a few withered leaves looks the more green and beautiful for them. In summer or spring nature is farther from one's sympathies.
      - Nathaniel Hawthorne

Is it the shrewd October wind
  Brings the tears into her eyes?
    Does it blow so strong that she must fetch
      Her breath in sudden sighs?
      - William Dean Howells, Gone

October is a fine and dangerous season in America . . . a wonderful time to begin anything at all.
      - Thomas Merton,
        recalled on his death, Dec. 10, 1968

October's foliage yellows with his cold.
      - John Ruskin, The Months

No clouds are in the morning sky,
  The vapors hug the stream,
    Who says that life and love can die
      In all this northern gleam?
        At every turn the maples burn,
          The quail is whistling free,
            The partridge whirs, and the frosted burs
              Are dropping for you and me.
                Ho! hillyho! heigh O!
                    In the clear October morning.
      - Edmund Clarence Stedman, Autumn Song

October is the month for painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.
      - Henry David Thoreau, Excursions

And close at hand, the basket stood
  With nuts from brown October's wood.
      - John Greenleaf Whittier, Snow-Bound

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