Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a fl
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Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Youth is like spring, an over praised season more
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Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gatherin
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For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
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No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leav
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.
Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, lea
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Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.
falling leaves
hide the path
so quietly
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
A
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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic
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Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze.
October's poplars are flaming torches lighting th
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October's poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days
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It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer
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Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
The foliage has been losing its freshness through
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The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.
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