OCTOBER'S BRIGHT BLUE WEATHER O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather.

O suns and skies and flowers of June, Count all your boasts together, Love loveth best of all the year October's bright blue weather.

I cannot go Where Universal Love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.

those skies and suns so pure No more return, to cheer my evening road!

he's happy, for he sees other rivers, and other forests, and other suns than ours!"

Can there be any day but this, Though many suns to shine endeavor?

Our fathers knew the value of a screen From sultry suns, and in their shaded walks And long-protracted bowers enjoyed at noon The gloom and coolness of declining day.

They are as imperishable as stars and suns and rainbows and landscapes, since these unfold new beauties as the mind and soul rest upon them.

Not by sailing round Africa; for to sail South, in popular estimation, was to encounter torrid suns with ever increasing heat, and suffocating vapors, and unknown dangers.

Redder than autumns can run with wine, Warmer than summer suns can shine, Forever that dear love of mine Shall find thy sacred hidden sweet!

Two black and slender arches rise above Two clear black eyes, say suns of radiant light; Which ever softly beam and slowly move; Round these appears to sport in frolic flight, Hence scattering all his shafts, the little Love.

All created things, suns and planets, seem to revolve round him, and he a point of darkness, not of light.

it is not often that one sees two such suns together in the same sky.

This is the signal for thousands of assistants, who are concealed over its vast extent, to light the great lamps, and in an instant all is motion, the whole mass is like a living thing, fire whirling and flashing over it in all directions, till the vast pile blazes as if lighted with a thousand suns.

So even in life's darkest night A thousand quenchless suns are bright, Blest souvenirs of past delight; Allons!

"Valiant soldiers of my Guard, Thus to part is doubly hard; Did you silence Prussian guns, March beneath Italian suns, Enter Moscow and Madrid, Fight beside the Pyramid, And survive grim Russia's snow, Thus to yield at Fontainebleau? "Heroes of great wars, farewell!

Wild are the winds above thy grave; Cold is the form I loved so well; But what to thee are storms that rave, Or the snow that last night fell? Out in the awful void of night, Numberless suns and planets roll; Has one of all those isles of light Received thy homeless soul?

what gulfs those suns divide!

Within that dim immensity How many suns and earths have died!

To-day, as through the ages gone, By law impelled, by law restrained, Suns, planets, systems,all sweep on Toward bourns still dark and unexplained; Some bright with youth, some dull with age, Their varied colors well presage Their distance from the final stage.

A refluent spurge Shall that destructive course reverse, And cause those sun-mists to converge To mould another universe; Again shall constellations rise, And suns and planets light the skies, And man regain his paradise.

A few more Springs thy buds shall quicken, A few more Summers bring thy bloom, A few more Autumn suns shall thicken The clusters ripening in thy gloom, When I for strangers must make room!

The fixed stars are suns, and, like our own, surrounded by planets.

From blasts that chill, from suns that smite, From every plague that harms; In camp and march, in siege and fight, Protect our men-at-arms!

"The suns of riot flow down the loose stream, Of false and tainted joy on the rankled soul, The gaming fury falls, till in one gulf Of total ruin; honor, virtue, peace, Friends, families, and fortune Headlong sink.