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November Paul E Wells	Bleak November, So somber you...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
November Berxiton	One step closer to the abyss free fall of the yellow leaves daylight is the one I'll miss my lips for snowflake's freezing...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
November Amy Lowell	The vine leaves against the brick walls of my house, Are rusty and broken. Dead leaves gather under the pine-trees, The brittle boughs of...	Rate it (4.00 / 1 vote)
November Joseph Seamon Cotter	Old November, sere and brown, Clothes the country, haunts the town, Sheds its cloak of withered leaves, Brings its sighing, soughing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November John Clare	The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon, When...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November Ted J Mallory	Just after sunrise the light has a golden quality like it’s shining through a jar of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November Thomas Hood	No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day. No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November John Crowe Ransom	THERE'S a patch of trees at the edge of the field, And a brown little house that is kept so warm, And a woman waiting by the hearth Who still keeps...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November Robert Malise Bowyer Nichols	As I walk the misty hill All is languid, fogged, and still; Not a note of any bird Nor any motion's hint is heard, Save from soaking thickets round...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November Jacob Chinyere	The yellow sun surfaces earlier than wonted. My orbs are gaping wide filled to the brink with doubts and queries. This pristine day bears forth the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November John Keble	The line of yellow light dies fast away That crown’d the eastern copse; and chill and dun Falls on the moor the brief November...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November Hans Christian Andersen	'Tredje Reeb ind! - - Op at beslaae Mersseilet! - Ha, alle Djævle, hvilken Nat!...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November Ernst Toller	Cities are so far away, humans live there. The knot chokes at your throat, a gray horror caresses your limbs. Who will freedom behold? When, at last,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November William Cullen Bryant	Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds ran, Or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November Sara Teasdale	The world is tired, the year is old, The fading leaves are glad to die, The wind goes shivering with cold Where the brown reeds are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November Robert Nichols	As I walk the misty hill All is languid, fogged, and still; Not a note of any bird Nor any motion's hint is heard, Save from soaking thickets round...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November lauren_catherine	Autumn, dear she, liquid gold in her eyes Always smelling of a sweet cinnamon surprise She lived with such passion, it turned all the leaves A dark...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November Vianca V.	I've been lost in a memory that has yet to be created. When your eyes change to the color of the autumn leaves, I will forgive your wretched dreams....	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
November Walter de la Mare	There is wind where the rose was, Cold rain where sweet grass was, And clouds like sheep Stream o'er the steep Grey skies where the lark...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Calendar of Sonnets: November Helen Hunt Jackson	This is the treacherous month when autumn days With summer's voice come bearing summer's gifts. Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster lifts Her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A November Night Sara Teasdale	There! See the line of lights, A chain of stars down either side the street -- Why can't you lift the chain and give it to me, A...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A November Note Alfred Austin	In this November...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A November Wood-Walk. Kate Seymour Maclean	Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks; Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet, Shine redly glimmering through the dewy wet; And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Amnesia in November Menachem Rephun	I haven't seen a familiar face in days The morning passes and changes in so many ways I'm climbing the stairs to the window where the stars won't...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At Day-Close In November Thomas Hardy	The ten hours' light is abating, And a late bird flies across, Where the pines, like waltzers waiting, Give their black heads a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)