Autumn's the mellow time. — William Allingham
Autumn's the mellow time. — William Allingham
Autumn's the mellow time. — William Allingham
Autumn's the mellow time. — William Allingham
Autumn's the mellow time. — William Allingham
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Autumn's the mellow time.

— William Allingham
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More “Autumn” Quotes

I love the arrival of a new season — each one bringing with it its own emotion: spring is full of hope; summer is freedo — Giovanna Fletcher, Christmas With Billy and Me
I am happy to experience beauty of each season; spring time, summer, autumn and winter. — Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind
see the whole stretched out universe twinkles in its little hopelessness and the soul needs insignificance just like our — Samuel J Dixey, An evening in Autumn: The unbegotten procession
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple. — J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
For as long as she could remember, she had thought that autumn air went well with books, that the two both somehow belon — Katarina Bivald, The Readers of Broken Wheel Recommend
I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the h — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds a — George Eliot, George Eliot's Life, as Related in Her Letters and Journals - Volume 1
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits. — Samuel Butler
Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything. — Robert Browning
I saw old Autumn in the misty mornStand shadowless like silence, listeningTo silence, for no lonely bird would singInto — Thomas Hood
My house completed, and tried and not found wanting by a first Cape Cod year, I went there to spend a fortnight in Septe — Henry Beston, The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod
At the MoorWanderer in the black wind — quietly the dry reeds whisperIn the stillness of the moor. In the gray skyA flock of wild birds follows