September has come, it is hers Whose vitality leaps in the autumn, Whose nature prefers Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace. So I give h….

The measured blood beats out the year's delay..

I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!.

I love Toronto's long autumns, warm with windy swirls of golden spores, redolent with giant, sun-roasted leaves flapping up and down the streets, and….

I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its ton….

What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone! How shimmer the low f….

But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees.

Unnoticed, the passage has occurred; as I brood, autumn dusk dewdrops fall on my pillow. The voices of insects and the deer by the fence, as one, dis….

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay..

Cirrus sky hawk drift, blue haze in the autumn air, and my mouth is dry..

Even a man who's pure in heart And says his prayers by night, May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms And the autumn moon is bright..

As the days grow short, some faces grow long. But not mine. Every autumn, when the wind turns cold and darkness comes early, I am suddenly happy. ….

[I have] a heavenly vase full of autumn leaves today. They look so beautiful. How much closer to God can one get? And a beautiful blue heron flew ove….

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old..

To her bier Comes the year Not with weeping and distress, as mortals do, But, to guide her way to it, All the trees have torches lit; Blazing red the….

What happened to that man I was seven autumns ago? What happened to that country? Time heals, yes - and thank God the pain and terror of that time ha….

My visit this autumn is an opportunity to continue that rich tradition of visits between Canterbury and Rome..

Behold congenial Autumn comes, the Sabbath of the Year..

As early as the autumn of 1862, I was made very happy by being sent to school..

Autumn is the very soul of metamorphosis, a time when the world is poised at the door of winter - which is the door of death - but has not yet fallen….

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without a….