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.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
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!
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.
Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!
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.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...
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