Blades Quote by James Ballantine

O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows…

— Robert Frost

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Pon di side di autumn trees. Wen time hot drop dat. Pop free di drop top for some breeze. Dem waan yuh fly come…

— Aidonia

What a contrast between the stern and desolate poetry of Ossian, and that of Chaucer, and even of Shakespeare and Milton, much more of…

— Henry David Thoreau

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind in never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall…

— Emily Brontë

“ Autumn Days Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; Winking at…

— Will Carleton

You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats…

— Wallace Stevens

“Indian summer comes gently, folds over the hills and valleys as softly as the fall of a leaf on a windless day. It is…

— Gladys Taber

“Without 'tis autumn, the wind beats on the pane With heavy drops, the leaves high upwards sweep. You take old letters from a crumpled…

— mihai eminescu

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

— Pablo Neruda

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush…

— John Gardiner Calkins Brainard