<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529748" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Autumn III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Autumn is old, <br>The sere leaves are flying;— <br>He hath gather'd up gold, <br>And now he is dying;— <br>Old Age, begin sighing! <br>The vintage is ripe, <br>The harvest is heaping;— <br>But some that have sow'd <br>Have no riches for reaping;— <br>Poor wretch, fall a-weeping! <br>The year's in the wane, <br>There is nothing adorning, <br>The night has no eve, <br>And the day has no morning;— <br>Cold winter gives warning. <br>The rivers run chill, <br>The red sun is sinking, <br>And I am grown old, <br>And life is fast shrinking; <br>Here's enow for sad thinking!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hood">Thomas Hood</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=529748" data-title="Autumn III de Thomas Hood" data-description="The Autumn is old, The sere leaves are flying;— He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;— Old Age, begin sighing! The vintage is ripe, The harvest is heaping;— But some that have sow'd Have no riches for reaping;— Poor wretc..."></div> </div> </div>

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