Quotes About September

[S]ome of the rarest days of the year come in September, days when it is comfortably cool but pulsing with life.

Of autumn months September is the prime, Now day and night are equal in each clime, The twelfth of this Sol rises in the Line, And doth in poising Libra this month shine...

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.

Best I love September's yellow; Morns of dew-strung gossamer, Thoughtful days without a stir, Rooky clamours, brazen leaves, Stubbles dotted o'er with sheaves,— More than Spring's bright uncontrol Suit the Autumn of my soul.

O fair are thy days, September, The dearest of all the year; Thou art far enough from November, Its shadows we need not fear; Soon after the heat of August Thou comest our hearts to cheer, With ripened fruits from the buds of spring, With golden sheaves from fields of green.

Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid-September...

The pollen-dusted bees Search for the honey-lees That linger in the last flowers of September, While plaintive mourning doves Coo sadly to their loves Of the dead summer they so well remember.

Where lurk the merry elves of autumn now, In this bright breezy month of equinox?...

The sultry summer past, September comes, Soft twilight of the slow-declining year; All mildness, soothing loveliness, and peace: The fading season ere the falling come...

Evenings chilly are, and damp, Early lighted is the lamp; Fire burns, and kettle sings, Smoke ascends in thin blue rings; On the rug the children lie; In the west the soft lights die; From the elms a robin's song Rings out sweetly, lingers long,— In September.

September comes, and... Summer thins away.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather, And autumn's best of cheer...

September flits through the year on golden autumnal wings — it lands on the leaves of October which wilt and drift into winter —

Mustering flocks of blackbirds call; Here and there a few leaves fall; In the meadows larks sing sweet, Chirps the cricket at our feet,— In September.

It was a bright September afternoon, The parched-up beech trees would be yellowing soon, The yellow flowers grown deeper with the sun Were letting fall their petals one by one...

Deacon Cuffy Lambkins of Five Ends Baptist Church became a walking dead man on a cloudy September afternoon in 1969.

the September wind wafting the few trees West End still had lining the block to the south. I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder

George, though, brings back some daunting intelligence after a September 1963 visit to Benton, Illinois, where his sister, Louise, lives. "They don't know us," he reports. "It's going

Each state in the Union is honored in the order of when it ratified the Constitution and became a part of the United States. This September it is Iowa's turn. Iowa became the 29th state to be admitted to the union on December 28, 1846.

I went to Briar Cliff College initially, and then I transferred to Georgetown University, because I was a Russian major, and I was one of two girls accepted that year. This was September 1969 - well, that would have been 1970 - into the School Of Languages And Linguistics in Georgetown.

Come September, the middle of September when the first frost comes, that's hunting season. Fishing poles are hung up and the hunting season starts. You've got to be careful, if you're a hunter, that it doesn't become an obsession.

On a foggy, steel gray Saturday in September 2002, Bennet Omalu arrived at the Allegheny County coroner's office and got his assignment for the day: Perform an autopsy on the body of Mike Webster, a professional football player.

She lasted three months, then passed on a September day when everything seemed split open with sunlight.

Best I love September's yellow...