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Who is there who, at this season, does not feel his mind impressed with a sentiment of melancholy? or who is able to resist that current of thought, which, from such appearances of decay, so naturally leads him to the solemn imagination of that inevitable fate which is to bring on alike the decay of life, of empire, and of nature itself?
- Sir Archibald Alison
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods,
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,
And night by night the monitory blast
Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd
O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes,
Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt
Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods
Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt.
- William Allingham,
Day and Night Songs--Autumnal Sonnet
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayest rest
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
- William Blake, To Autumn (st. 1)
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute
Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
- Robert Browning, Paracelsus (sc. 1)
The year's last, loveliest smile.
- William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.
- William Cullen Bryant,
The Death of the Flowers (l. 221)
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,
Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.
Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing
With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.
- William Cullen Bryant, Third of November
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
- Robert Burns, Brigs of Ayr (l. 221)
The mellow autumn came, and with it came
The promised party, to enjoy its sweets.
The corn is cut, the manor full of game;
The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats
In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim;
Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats.
An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants!
And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
Don Juan (canto XIII, st. 75)
Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.
- Albert Camus
Yellow, mellow, ripened days,
Sheltered in a golden coating;
O'er the dreamy, listless haze,
White and dainty cloudlets floating;
Winking at the blushing trees,
And the sombre, furrowed fallow;
Smiling at the airy ease,
Of the southward flying swallow
Sweet and smiling are thy ways,
Beauteous, golden Autumn days.
- Will Carleton, Autumn Days
A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives--all bear secret relations to our destinies.
- Francois August Rene de Chateaubriand, Vicomte de Chateaubriand
A breath, whence no man knows,
Swaying the grating weeds, it blows;
It comes, it grieves, it goes.
Once it rocked the summer rose.
- John Vance Cheney, Passing of Autumn
How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As fall the light autumnal leaves, one still the other following, till the bough strews all its honors.
- Dante ("Dante Alighieri")
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face;
Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape;
This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape.
- Dr. John Donne, Elegy IX--The Autumnal
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
- John Dryden
Third act of the eternal play!
In poster-like emblazonries
"Autumn once more begins today"--
'Tis written all across the trees
In yellow like Chinese.
- Richard Le Gallienne, The Eternal Play
The summer's throbbing chant is done
And mute the choral antiphon;
The birds have left the shivering pines
To flit among the trellised vines,
Or fan the air with scented plumes
Amid the love-sick orange blooms,
And thou art here alone--alone--
Sing, little bird! the rest have flown.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Boughs are daily rifled
By the gusty thieves,
And the book of Nature
Getteth short of leaves.
- Thomas Hood
The Autumn is old;
The sere leaves are flying;
He hath gather'd up gold,
And now he is dying;--
Old age, begin sighing!
- Thomas Hood, Autumn
The year's in the wane,
There is nothing adorning,
The night has no eve,
And the day has no morning;--
Cold winter gives warning.
- Thomas Hood, Autumn
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;--
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
- Thomas Hood, Ode--Autumn
The lands are lit with all the autumn blaze of golden-rod, and everywhere the purple asters nod and bend and wave and flit.
- Helen Hunt (Helen Hunt Jackson)
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