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“The word "dis-aster," in fact, means "bad star."”

Mean Facts Science Stars Asters

Author:Kenneth Franklin

“Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.”

Walks Journey Walking Summer Rivers Golden Wander Hiking July Trekking Stalking Strolling Sauntering Withered Plums Asters

Book:The complete poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier

Source: The complete poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier

“The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the first from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen.”

Men Firsts Long Fall Heaven Gone Clear Cold Summer Died Rose Woods Golden Hills Autumn Yellow Long Ago Violet Plague Brooks Brightness Sunflower Asters

Author:William C. Bryant

“Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,-- Dying hectic of leaves and the chilly blue of the asters,-- Hearing, perchance, the croak of a crow on the desolate tree-top.”

Tree Dying Fields Color Blue Hearing Crow November Cloaks Puritan Desolate Lingering Hectic Chilly Asters Tree Tops

Book:Home Pastorals, Ballads and Lyrics

Source: Home Pastorals, Ballads and Lyrics

“I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things are ill to wait.”

Long Wish Grows Waiting Late Summer Spring Ill Faster Impatience Asters Foxgloves

Book:The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

Source: The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow

“September is a sweep of dusky, purple asters, a sumac branch swinging a fringe of scarlet leaves, and the bittersweet scene of wild grapes when I walk down the lane to the mailbox. September is a golden month of mellow sunlight and still clear days. ... Small creatures in the grass, as if realizing their days are numbered, cram the night air with sound. Everywhere goldenrod is full out.”

“When Jo's conservative sister Meg says she must turn up her hair now that she is a "young lady," Jo shouts, "I'm not! and if turning up my hair makes me one, I'll wear it in two tails till I'm twenty.... I hate to think I've got to grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as a China aster! It's bad enough to be a girl anyway, when I like boys' games and work and manners! I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy; and it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with Papa, and I can only stay at home and knit, like a poky old woman.”

“Leonard Aster thanked Fighting Prawn and the Mollusk tribe for their hospitality. “You mean,” said Fighting Prawn, “for not killing you?” “Yes,” said Leonard. “It was very gracious of you.” “Do you,” said Leonard, “I mean, does you tribe, shake hands?” “No,” said Fighting Prawn. “We kiss on the lips.” “Oh,” said Leonard, looking very alarmed.”

Mean Doe Said Hands Fighting Kissing Killing Lips Shakes Tribes Hospitality Gracious Asters Mollusks Prawns

Author:Dave Barry

“I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.”

Ends Lasts Flower Blue Faded Asters

Book:The Road Not Taken and Other Poems: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)

Source: The Road Not Taken and Other Poems: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)

“His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.”

Soul Eye Faces Sides Black Hair Fairs Blue Raised Flames Demon Trading Blue Eyes Bruises Asters

Author:Cinda Williams Chima

“My heart is a garden tired with autumn, Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark, In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April, The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark; Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning, And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain - The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten - After the stillness, will spring come again?”

“The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.”

Spirit Cry Lonely Smoke Hills Shakes Autumn Scarlet Maple Asters

Book:Bliss Carman's Poems

Source: Bliss Carman's Poems

“I held a blue flower in my hand, probably a wild aster, wondering what its name was, and then thought that human names for natural things are superfluous. Nature herself does not name them. The important thing is to know this flower, look at its color until the blends becomes as real as a keynote of music. Look at the exquisite yellow flowerettes at the center, become very small with them. Be the flower, be the trees, the blowing grasses. Fly with the birds, jump with a squirrel!”

Knows Humans Looks Doe Important Real Hands Names Natural Wonder Tree Color Flower Bird Blue Important Things Grass Wilderness Yellow Exquisite Superfluous Squirrels Natural Things Asters

Author:Sally Carrighar

“My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor cold Has heralded her presence; but a vast Sweet calm that comes not till the year has passed Its fevered solstice, and a tinge of gold Subdues the vivid colouring of bold And passion-hued emotions. I will cast My August days behind me with my May, Nor strive to drag them into Autumn's place, Nor swear I hope when I do but remember. Now violet and rose have had their day, I'll pluck the soberer asters with good grace And call September nothing but September.”

Source: Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)

“The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.”

Book:Hours of Life: And Other Poems

Source: Hours of Life: And Other Poems

“In the evening, I walked alone down to the Lake by the side of Crow Park after sunset and saw the solemn coloring of night draw on, the last gleam of sunshine fading away on the hilltops, the seep serene of the asters, and the long shadows of the mountains thrown across them, till they nearly touched the hithermost shore. At distance hear the murmur of many waterfalls not audible in the day-time. Wished for the moon, but she was dark to me and silent, hid in her vacant interlunar cave.”