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B. Cybrill
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When the bold branches
Bid farewell to rainbow leaves -
Welcome wool sweaters.
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Edwin Teale
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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.
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Eric Sloane
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A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.
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Henry Beston
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The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne
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I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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There is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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Rose G. Kingsley
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In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November.
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THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 836.
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Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. SHAKS.: _3 Henry VI.,_ Act v., Sc. 6. When Autumn scatters his departing gleams, Warned of approaching Winter, gathered, play The swallow-people; and tossed wide around O'
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Albert Camus
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Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
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SHAKS.: _Ant. and Cleo.,_ Act v., Sc. 2
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For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was, That grew the more by reaping.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
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There is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 204.
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Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.
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Walter Scott
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Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
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ROBERT BROWNING: _Paracelsus,_ Sc. i.
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Autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne
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I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
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Martin Luther King, Jr.
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The sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.
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Langston Hughes
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Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
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Edwin Teale
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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.
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THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 1132.
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Of men The happiest he, who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life.
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THOMSON: _Seasons, Autumn,_ Line 65.
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Home is the resort Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where, Supporting and supported, polish'd friends And dear relations mingle into bliss.
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HELEN HUNT: _Asters and Golden Rod._
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The lands are lit With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod; And everywhere the Purple Asters nod And bend and wave and flit.
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Eric Sloane
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A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.
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Stephen Butler Leacock
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Have you ever been out for a late autumn walk in the closing part of the afternoon, and suddenly looked up to realize that the leaves have practically all gone And the sun has set and the day gone before you knew it - and with that a cold wind blows across the landscape That's retirement.
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WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _A Winter Piece._
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But Winter has yet brighter scenes--he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with many hues.
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John Muir
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Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
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R.H. STODDARD: _Autumn._
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Divinest autumn! who may paint thee best, Forever changeful o'er the changeful globe? Who guess thy certain crown, thy favorite crest, The fashion of thy many-colored robe?
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Rose G. Kingsley
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In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November.
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HOOD: _Autumn._
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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.
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TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iv., Line 21.
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
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KEATS: _To Autumn._
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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With, fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripenes
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Mitchell Burgess
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If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before.
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Truman Capote
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The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.
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Autumn is the bite of the harvest apple.
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"In the golden light of autumn there is magic in the air" -Rush
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