time of decay, And the dead leaves' 'wildering flight; And the mantle of Autumn
lies On the wanderer's soul to-night!
Why, this is only August; and with your light work and good food he ought not to go down like this, even if it was autumn
During the spring, summer, and autumn
, they hunt the buffalo about the head-waters of the Missouri, Henry's Fork of the Snake River, and the northern branches of Salmon River.
It was the very dullest autumn
weather, which is so dreary in the country, and so, preparing himself for a struggle, Vronsky, with a hard and cold expression, informed Anna of his departure as he had never spoken to her before.
During the past year I had not managed my professional resources as carefully as usual; and my extravagance now limited me to the prospect of spending the autumn
economically between my mother's cottage at Hampstead and my own chambers in town.
Then she paid no heed to the silvery music sounding in her ear, and each day grew still more unhappy, discontented, and unkind; so, when the Autumn days came round, she was no better for the gentle Fairy's gift, and longed for Spring, that it might be returned; for now the constant echo of the mournful music made her very sad.
The night-wind rustled through the boughs, rocking the flowers to sleep; the wild birds sang their evening hymns, and all within the wood grew calm and still; paler and paler grew the purple light, lower and lower drooped little Annie's head, the tall ferns bent to shield her from the dew, the whispering pines sang a soft lullaby; and when the Autumn moon rose up, her silver light shone on the child, where, pillowed on green moss, she lay asleep amid the wood-flowers in the dim old forest.
You may never know what scarlet and crimson really are until you see them in their perfection on an October hillside, under the unfathomable blue of an autumn
In the autumn
Rebecca was often the old man's companion while he was digging potatoes or shelling beans, and now in the winter, when a younger man was driving the stage, she sometimes stayed with him while he did his evening milking.
On a healthy autumn
day, the Marshalsea prisoner, weak but otherwise restored, sat listening to a voice that read to him.
It was autumn
in my old garden, damp and forsaken, and the mulberry-tree was hung with little yellow shields.
Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn
bore rich fruit.