No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member- No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds- November!

Never go to France Unless you know the lingo, If you do, like me, You will repent, by jingo.

Seem'd washing his hands with invisible soap In imperceptible water.

Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square.

See, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad.

A winter's day In a deep and dark December I am alone.

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.