O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter. George Arnold More Quotes by George Arnold More Quotes From George Arnold A silence reigns upon the air, Upon the pansies by the shore, Upon the violets, pale and fair, Upon the willow, bending o'er; The reeds and lilies silent grow, The dark green waters silent sleep, Save when the summer breezes blow, Or silvery minnows leap. George Arnold summer dark sleep O'er hill and field October's glories fade; George Arnold autumn branches lying Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer. George Arnold golden-moments dry beer But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or see them drown in foamy draughts of old nut-brown, then I do wear the crown, without the cross! George Arnold beer loss love-is I love this simple maiden, She grows upon me more and more, And--ask the moon who 't was that kissed, Last night upon the shore! George Arnold growing-up moon simple I hold that all the evil we know on earth finds in this violence done to love its true and legitimate birth. George Arnold done earth evil What rare days were those, When my chief duty was to write a song. George Arnold chiefs writing song The glass of your life is darkened, and darkly through it you see distorted and ghastly fragments of duty and destiny. George Arnold destiny glasses life-is I let my summer days pass idly on. George Arnold summer-days summer The living need charity more than the dead. George Arnold charity needs Experience is bitter, but its teachings we retain; It has taught me this--who once has loved, loves never on earth again! George Arnold teaching earth love Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago, Tall and slender, and sallow and dry; His form was bent, and his gait was slow, His long thin hair was white as snow, But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye. And he sang every night as he went to bed, "Let us be happy down here below: The living should live, though the dead be dead." Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago. George Arnold eye happiness night Life for the living, and rest for the dead! George Arnold death Ah, many a one has started forth with hope and purpose high; Has fought throughout a weary life, and passed all pleasure by; Has burst all flowery chains by which men aye have been enthralled; Has been stone-deaf to voices sweet, that softly, sadly called; Has scorned the flashing goblet with the bubbles on its brim; Has turned his back on jewelled hands that madly beckoned him; Has, in a word, condemned himself to follow out his plan By stern and lonely labor--and has died, a conquered man! George Arnold lonely sweet men
