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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409421" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Earlier Poems : Autumn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With what a glory comes and goes the year!<br>The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers<br>Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy<br>Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out;<br>And when the silver habit of the clouds<br>Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with<br>A sober gladness the old year takes up<br>His bright inheritance of golden fruits,<br>A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a beautiful spirit breathing now<br>Its mellow richness on the clustered trees,<br>And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,<br>Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,<br>And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.<br>Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird,<br>Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales<br>The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,<br>Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life<br>Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned,<br>And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved,<br>Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down<br>By the wayside a-weary. Through the trees<br>The golden robin moves. The purple finch,<br>That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds,<br>A winter bird, comes with its plaintive whistle,<br>And pecks by the witch-hazel, whilst aloud<br>From cottage roofs the warbling blue-bird sings,<br>And merrily, with oft-repeated stroke,<br>Sounds from the threshing-floor the busy flail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O what a glory doth this world put on<br>For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth<br>Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks<br>On duties well performed, and days well spent!<br>For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves,<br>Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings.<br>He shall so hear the solemn hymn that Death<br>Has lifted up for all, that he shall go<br>To his long resting-place without a tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers
Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy
Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out;
And when the silver habit of the clouds
Comes down upon the autum..."></div>
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