<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117936" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Autumn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell! thou dying Year, farewell!<br> Thy reign is almost o'er;<br> Fled the freshness of vernal hours,<br> The glory of thy summer bowers,-<br> And e'en thy last pale ling'ring flowers<br> Will soon be here no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> 'Tis sad to see the hues of death<br> Fast stealing o'er thy bloom,<br> To hear the fitful Autumn gale<br> Sweep through the lonely wood and vale,<br> Breathing its low, prophetic wail,<br> O'er thy approaching doom!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To me, in every passing breeze,<br> There is a tone of grief,<br> Recalling hopes of vanished years,<br> Now only seem thro' Memory's tears,-<br> In every falling leaf!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Perhaps there are bright eyes, that weep<br> To see thee pass away,<br> Who in thy course, departing year,<br> Have ne'er beend imm'd by sorrow's tear;<br> And blest with all of bright and dear,<br> Would gladly woo thy stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> But there are some, whose hearts are glad,<br> Thy darksome reign is o'er,-<br> Who would not live thine hours again,<br> For riches of the earth and main;<br> But joy those days of care and pain,<br> To them, can come no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For thou hast seen the dearest ties<br> Of earthly feelings broken!<br> To be renewed, oh! never more,<br> Unless on that eternal shore,<br> Where, grief and death forever oe'r,<br> No parting words are spoken!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then fare thee well, departing Year!<br> I would not woo thy stay:<br> Thy sighing winds breathe of the tomb;<br> Thy fading roses speak the doom<br> Of the heart's cherish'd hopes-whose bloom,<br> Like thine, has passed away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Holley+Chivers">Thomas Holley Chivers</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117936" data-title="Autumn de Thomas Holley Chivers" data-description="Farewell! thou dying Year, farewell!/ Thy reign is almost o'er;/ Fled the freshness of vernal hours,/ The glory of thy summer bowers,-/ And e'en thy last pale ling'ring flowers/ Will soon be here no more!// 'Tis sad to see the hues of death/ Fast ..."></div> </div> </div>

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