|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.