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 feel in any member / No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,/ No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! / November!
So wrote British poet Thomas Hood in 1844, and today many of us still share his sentiments about this gloomy month. But it turns out that the November Hood wrote about was very different to the November we experience today.
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