| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Pope | Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love? |
| Alexander Pope | Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night, The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthened every shade. |
| Dante Gabriel Rossetti | This sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun The day, though bough with bough be overrun. But with a blessing every glade receives High salutation. |
| Dr John Donne | No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face; Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape; This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape. |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning | Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; And only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves. |
| James Russell Lowell | What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone! How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare, As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills The bowl between me and those distant hills, And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair! |
| James Whitcomb Riley | O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock. |
| John Vance Cheney | A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose. |
| Richard Le Gallienne | Third act of the eternal play! In poster-like emblazonries "Autumn once more begins today"-- 'Tis written all across the trees In yellow like Chinese. |
| Robert Browning | Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay. |
| Robert Burns | All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn. |
| Thomas Hood | The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;-- Old age, begin sighing! |
| Thomas Hood | The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning! |
| Thomas Moore | Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time. |
| Thomas W Parsons | Sorrow and the scarlet leaf, Sad thoughts and sunny weather; Ah me! this glory and this grief Agree not well together! |
| William Cullen Bryant | The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. |
| William Cullen Bryant | Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. |
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