Albert Camus, as quoted in Visions from Earth (2004) by James R. Miller, p. 126
The autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves, The sunlight breaking thro' the shade, The squirrel chattering overhead, The timid rabbits lighter tread Among the rustling leaves.dora read goodale
There is at least a punky spark in my heart and it may blaze in this autumn gold, fanned by the King. Some of my grandfathers must have been born on a muirland for there is heather in me, and tinctures of bog juices, that send me to Cassiope, and oozing through all my veins impel me unhaltingly through endless glacier meadows, seemingly the deeper and danker the better.john muir
Sweet April! Many a thought is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed. Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, life's golden fruit is shed.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen.william cullen bryant
And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in the shower of all my days.
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon c½ur D'une langueur Monotone. Slow sobs Of the violins Of autumn Wound my heart With a monotonous languor.Paul Verlaine
Come out — pretty Rose-Bud, — my lone, timid one!Come forth from thy green leaves, and peep at the sun!For little he does, in these dull autumn hours,At height'ning of beauty, or laughing with flowers.hannah flagg gould
The damps of autumn sink into the leaves and prepare them for the necessity of their fall; and thus insensibly are we, as years close around us, detached from our tenacity of life by the gentle pressure of recorded sorrow.walter savage landor
Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long Even wondered at, because he dropped no sooner. Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years, Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.john dryden
Yet could I these two days have spent, While still the autumn sweetly shone, Ah, me! I might have died content When I had looked on Carcassonne.gustave nadaud
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, The pious bird with the scarlet breast, Our little English Robin; The bird that comes about our doors When autumn winds are sobbing?william wordsworth
When autumn scatters his departing gleams, Warn'd of approaching winter, gather'd, play The swallow-people; and toss'd wide around, O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift, The feather'd eddy floats; rejoicing once, Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire.james thomson
Among a thousand clouds and ten thousand streams Here lives an idle man In the daytime wandering over green mountains At night coming home to sleep by the cliff Swiftly springs and autumns pass But my mind is at peace, clear and free By now I need nothing to lean on To be still as the waters of the autumn river
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
For his bounty There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas That grew the more by reaping: his delights Were dolphin-like.william shakespeare
But then to part! to part when Time Has wreathed his tireless wing with flowers, And spread the richness of a clime Of fairy o'er this land of ours; When glistening leaves and shaded streams In the soft light of autumn lay, And, like the music of our dreams, The viewless breezes seemed to stray 'T was bitter then to rend the heart With the sad thought that we must part; And, like some low and mournful spell, To whisper but one word farewell!benjamin, park, sr.
autumn wins you best by this its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.Robert Browning
In Spring the Poet is glad, And in Summer the Poet is gay; But in autumn the Poet is sad, And has something sad to say.
Gather leaves and grasses, Love, to-day; For the autumn passes Soon away. Chilling winds are blowing. It will soon be snowing.
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