Autumn Into earth's lap does throw Brown apples gay in a game of play, As the equinoctials blow. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling… — Michael Caine Copy Share Image
“The first sorrow of autumn is the slow good-bye of the garden that stands so long in the evening—a brown poppy head,… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
I shall desire and I shall find The best of my desires; The autumn road, the mellow wind That soothes the darkening… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
The autumn hill gathers the remaining light, A flying bird chases after its companion. The green color is bright And brings me… — Wang Wei Copy Share Image
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
“When fall comes to town, lovers, letters, and leaves reunite on the sidewalks, broken, burnt, and brown.” — Akash Mandal Copy Share Image
“Autumn is the greatest reminder: It reminds us how dreamlike beauties our earth has and it reminds us how all these beautiful… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“There will be snow driving in from all directions, fierce winds, and cold colder than you have ever imagined cold could be,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Seamless like a fall leaf changing color, my will switched powerfully.” — Aspen Matis Copy Share Image
“A boat beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July – Children three that nestle near, Eager eye… — Victoria Coren Copy Share Image
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Sonnet XXV Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets, among Objects: Nothing mattered or had… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“The lucidity, the clarity of light that afternoon was sufficient to itself; perfect transparency must be impenetrable, these vertical bars of brass-coloured… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“Decline is also a form of voluptuousness, just like growth. Autumn is just as sensual as springtime. There is as much greatness… — Iwan Goll Copy Share Image
“They felt the wings on their fingers and elbows flying, then, suddenly plunged in new sweeps of air, the clear autumn river… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Fade, flowers, fade! Nature will have it so; 'tis but what we in our autumn do. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
In the journey of the year, the autumn is Venice, spring is Naples, certainly, and the majestic maturity of summer is Rome. — George William Curtis Copy Share Image
“Nature awakens each day in brilliant autumn colors, making me wish the pale winter would bid adieu.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“We owned a garden on a hill, We planted rose and daffodil, Flowers that English poets sing, And hoped for glory in… — Vita Sackville-West Copy Share Image
I had only heard about Fall Out Boy a couple months before we contacted him. I heard 'Saturday' and 'Grand Theft Autumn'… — Brendon Urie Copy Share Image
There was once a boy who wrote a song on a autumn day the wind was blowing gently in his face thoughts… — Ryan Davies Copy Share Image
