OCTOBER
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There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir.—BLISS CARMAN, A Vagabond Song
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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.—HAWTHORNE, American Notebooks
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The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere—
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year.—POE, Ulalume
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And close at hand, the basket stood
With nuts from brown October's wood.—WHITTIER, Snow-Bound
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