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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. | ||
| + | ::::::~Emily Dickinson | ||
| − | + | In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening—no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air. | |
| − | : | + | : ~Alexander Smith |
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| + | :::There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it :::had not been! | ||
| + | ::: ~Percy Bysshe Shelley | ||
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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. | |
| − | + | : ~Samuel Butler | |
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Revision as of 16:00, 22 September 2012
- Besides the autumn poets sing,
- A few prosaic days
- A little this side of the snow
- And that side of the haze.
- ~Emily Dickinson
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening—no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.
- ~Alexander Smith
- There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it :::had not been!
- ~Percy Bysshe Shelley
- 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.
- ~Samuel Butler
