<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410076" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>[Month of] October</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face<br>Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold<br>Invades our very noon: the year's grown old,<br>Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace.<br>The vines below have lost their purple grace,<br>And in Forreze the white wrack backward rolled,<br>Hangs to the hills tempestuous, fold on fold,<br>And moaning gusts make desolate all the place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine host the month, at thy good hostelry,<br>Tired limbs I'll stretch and steaming beast I'll tether;<br>Pile on great logs with Gascon hand and free,<br>And pour the Gascon stuff that laughs at weather;<br>Swell your tough lungs, north wind, no whit care we,<br>Singing old songs and drinking wine together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hilaire+Belloc">Hilaire Belloc</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=410076" data-title="[Month of] October de Hilaire Belloc" data-description="Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very noon: the year's grown old, Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace. The vines below have lost their purple grace, And in Forreze th..."></div> </div> </div>

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