“When chill November's surly blast
Made fields and forests bare.”
Robert Burns (1759–1796) Scottish poet and lyricist
Man was made to Mourn.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Canto I, introduction, st. 1.
Marmion (1808)
“When chill November's surly blast
Made fields and forests bare.”
Robert Burns (1759–1796) Scottish poet and lyricist
Man was made to Mourn.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Suze Robertson (1855–1922) Dutch painter
(version in original Dutch / origineel citaat van Suze Robertson:) In 't najaar, october, November ben ik gemeenlijk in nl:Heeze aan 't werk, voor interieurstudies. Dat is een mooie, en de rustigste tijd; 't blad van de bomen [af!], waardoor zomers zoo'n groen licht in de binnenhuizen valt. In 't logement van de goede Saskia [Ciska].. ..ondervond ik dan altijd heel bizondere zorgen.
Source: 1900 - 1922, Onder de Menschen: Suze Robertson' (1912), p. 34
Ray Bradbury book Something Wicked This Way Comes
Source: Something Wicked This Way Comes (1962), Chapter 38
Biz Stone (1974) American blogger; co-founder of Twitter
“Twitter Co-Founder Biz Stone talks about turkeys and Farm Sanctuary” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmemxjLriUI, ad for Farm Sanctuary (18 October 2011), reported in “Twitter founder Biz Stone likes turkeys, wishes people were more like them” https://venturebeat.com/2011/11/12/biz-stone-likes-turkeys/, in VentureBeat.com (12 November 2011).
“The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.”
Stephen Crane book The Red Badge of Courage
Source: The Red Badge of Courage (1895), Ch. 9
Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929–1968) American clergyman, activist, and leader in the American Civil Rights Movement
Montgomery Bus Boycott speech, at Holt Street Baptist Church (5 December 1955) http://www.blackpast.org/?q=1955-martin-luther-king-jr-montgomery-bus-boycott <br class="br">1950s <br class="br">Variant: You know my friends, there comes a time when people get tired of being trampled by the iron feet of oppression. There comes a time my friends, when people get tired of being plunged across the abyss of humiliation, where they experience the bleakness of nagging despair. There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life's July and left standing amid the piercing chill of an alpine November. There comes a time.
Dejan Stojanovic (1959) poet, writer, and businessman
Forgotten Home http://www.poetrysoup.com/famous/poem/21398/Forgotten_Home <br class="br">From the poems written in English