Thomas Hood,  “Ode to November in London”

No sun—no moon : No morn—no noon— No dawn—no dusk—no proper time of day— No sky—no earthly view— No distance looking blue— No roads—no streets—no t'other wide the way— No end to any row— No indication where crescents go— No tops to any steeple— No recognition of familiar people— No courtesies for showing 'em— No knowing 'em— No travellers at all—no locomotion— No inkling of the way—no motion— "No go" by land or ocean— No mail—no post— No news from any foreign coast— 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— No—vember!