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“I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.”

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Thomas Hood, born on May 17, 1799, and died on May 3, 1845, was a prominent British poet. Known for his humor and satire, he is best remembered for his poem 'I Lost My Love'. more

“Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root. Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up the trellised frame, And the rose remembers The dust from which it came. Brighter than the blossom On the rose's bough Sits the wizened orange, Bitter berry now; Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.”

Remember Names Roots Rose Fruit Wide Bitter Dust Autumn Orange Ladders Brighter Berries Slumber

Book:Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems

Source: Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems

“The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.”

Spirit Cry Lonely Smoke Hills Shakes Autumn Scarlet Maple Asters

Book:Bliss Carman's Poems

Source: Bliss Carman's Poems

“When autumn shadows throw their patterns across the land, they are not the images of fragile, dying leaves, not the bared arms of lofty elms, not shadows of a fading summer; but swinging shapes as of books upon a strap, of round and square boxes held under an arm, of hurrying little people heading towards the nearest school.”

People Littles Book School Land Dying Arms Shapes Summer Shadow Rounds Patterns Boxes Autumn Squares Fragile Headings Lofty Fading Hurrying

Book:New York

Source: New York

“Why is it that so many of us persist in thinking that autumn is a sad season? Nature has merely fallen asleep, and her dreams must be beautiful if we are to judge by her countenance.”

Ifs Thinking Dream Beautiful Judging Seasons Fallen Autumn Persist Countenance

Author:Samuel Taylor Coleridge

“Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, "snow." Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned, "frost." All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice But each wild breast stiffened At remembered ice. Something told the wild geese It was time to fly- Summer sun was on their wings, Winter in their cry.”

Sun Cry Fields Summer Green Lays Wings Winter Warm Snow Golden Ice Remembered Breasts Autumn Feathers Spices Frost Geese Stirring Berries Amber Orchard Luster Summer Sun Sagging Wild Geese

Book:Branches Green

Source: Branches Green

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