Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leafs rustle and the squirrels laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter. George ArnoldSeptember Days.
Come out tis now September, The hunters moons 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. LongfellowTales of a Wayside Inn. Pt. I. The Students Tale. The Falcon of Sir Federigo. L. 135.