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“All good things vanish in less than a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, The earth is hell when you leav'st to appear.”

Quote by Thomas Nash

Book:Pierce Penniless his supplication to the Devil: Summer's last will and testament. The terrors of the night. The unfortunate traveller, and selected writings

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Pierce Penniless his supplication to the Devil: Summer's last will and testament. The terrors of the night. The unfortunate traveller, and selected writings

This book is a compilation of various stories that delve into the realms of the supernatural and the eerie, including narratives of the supernatural and the macabre, as well as selected writings that contribute to the exploration of these themes. more

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Thomas Nash was a renowned English mathematician and logician, born on June 20, 1593, and died on April 4, 1647. Nash made significant contributions to the field of mathematics, particularly in the areas of analytical geometry and algebra. more

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Source: Selected poems

“Lips half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. Even the clocks half-yawn the hours And the farmers make half-answers.”

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Book:The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg

Source: The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg

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Author:Vita Sackville-West

“The birds laugh loud and long together When Fashion's followers speed away At the first cool breath of autumn weather. Why, this is the time, cry the birds, to stay! When the deep calm sea and the deep sky over Both look their passion through sun-kissed space, As a blue-eyed maid and her blue-eyed lover Might each gaze into the other's face.”

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“I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries fall almost unbidden to my tongue, as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words like strengths or squinched, many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps, which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well in the silent, startled, icy, black language of blackberry - eating in late September.”

Source: A New Selected Poems

“A late summer garden has a tranquility found no other time of the year.”

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Author:William F. Longgood

“September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This is more than enough.”

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Book:Broken Hierarchies: Poems 1952-2012

Source: Broken Hierarchies: Poems 1952-2012

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Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor cold Has heralded her presence; but a vast Sweet calm that comes not till the year has passed Its fevered solstice, and a tinge of gold Subdues the vivid colouring of bold And passion-hued emotions. I will cast My August days behind me with my May, Nor strive to drag them into Autumn's place, Nor swear I hope when I do but remember. Now violet and rose have had their day, I'll pluck the soberer asters with good grace And call September nothing but September.”

Source: Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)