Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being . . .?Percy Bysshe Shelley
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such graceAs I have seen in one autumnal face;?John Donne (1572?1631) "Elegy IX: The Autumnal"
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The acrid scents of autumn,Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear?D. H. Lawrence (1885?1930) "Dolor of Autumn," Amores (1916)
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Gold of a ripe oat straw, gold of a southwest moon,Canada thistle blue and flimmering larkspur blue,Tomatoes shining in the October sun with red hearts,?Carl Sandburg (1878?1967) "Cornhuskers," Falltime (1918) |
There is music in the meadows, in the air? Autumn is here; Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,
?William Stanley Braithwaite, (1878?1962) "A Lyric of Autumn," Lyrics of Life and Love (1904)
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Was it the ghost of autumn in that smellOf underground, or God's blank heart grown kind,That sent a happy dream to him in hell???Siegfried Sassoon (1886?1967) "Break of Day," Counter-Attack and Other Poems (1918) | Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;?John Keats (1795?1821) "CCLV Ode to Autumn," The Golden Treasury (1875) |
The morns are meeker than they were,The nuts are getting brown;The berry's cheek is plumper,The rose is out of town.?Emily Dickinson (1830?1886) "Nature XXVII, Autumn"
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Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure;Gone is our sport, fled is poor Croydon's pleasure.?Thomas Nashe (1567?1601) "Summer's Last Will and Testament" (1660) | I saw old Autumn in the misty mornStand shadowless like silence, listeningTo silence.?Thomas Hood (1799?1845) "Ode: Autumn" (1827) |
Crown'd with the sickle, and the wheaten sheaf, While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on.
?James Thomson (1700?1748) "Autumn" (1730)
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The long sobsOf the violinsOf autumnPierce my heartWith monotonous languor.?Paul Verlaine (1844?1896) "Song of Autumn," Pomes Saturniens (1866) | It's all a farce, ?these tales they tellAbout the breezes sighing,And moans astir o'er field and dell,Because the year is dying.?Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872?1906) "Lyrics of a Lowly Life," (1896? ) Merry Autumn |
Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
?Humbert Wolfe (1885?1940) "Autumn (Resignation)" (1926)
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