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.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
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.
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 is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
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.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.
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.