Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
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!
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...
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.
I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.
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