Autumn Quote by William Allingham Download Open image “Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.” — William Allingham ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Autumn Day by day Fall Fire Woods
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees. — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
A hidden fire burns perpetually upon the hearth of the world… In autumn this great conflagration becomes especially manifest. Then the flame that is… — Hugh Macmillan Copy Share Image
What if the leaves were to fall a-weeping, and say, "It will be so painful for us to be pulled from our stalks, when… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Autumn is the American season. In Europe the leaves turn yellow or brown, and fall. Here they take fire on the trees and hang… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
“The soft scent of freshly fallen leaves tenderly permeated a forest ignited to a flaming brilliance with sizzling reds, burning oranges, and electric yellows.… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
Spring is beautiful, and summer is perfect for vacations, but autumn brings a longing to get away from the unreal things of life, out… — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
But perhaps age has taught me that the earth is still new, molten at the core and still forming, that black leaves in the… — James Lee Burke Copy Share Image
“Autumn always fascinated me—so much beauty in dying. Leaves holding on until the bitter end, finally going down in a blaze of glory, almost… — Myra Mcentire Copy Share Image
“Autumn calls the forest to rest, to exhale in a flood of colors rubbed to a fiery warmth on the hearth of both hill… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
I have been an "Official" all my life, without the least turn for it. I never could attain a true official manner, which is… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
“Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men.” — William Allingham Copy Share Image
One who can see without seeming to see-- That's an observer as good as three. — William Allingham Copy Share
Before a day was over, Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss - sweeter this Than any other thing! — William Allingham Copy Share Image
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
Poor Paddy of all Christian men I think On basest food pours down the vilest drink. — William Allingham Copy Share Image
This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth underneath, the rock, the moss. In autumn, it would be right; in winter under the snow, it would be perfect in its wintriness. Spring would come again and miracle within miracle would unfold, each at its special pace,… — Jean Liedloff Copy Share
The American spring is by no means so agreeable as the American autumn; both move with faltering step, and slow; but this lingering pace,… — Frances Trollope Copy Share Image
“Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.” — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
“FALL I've never liked orange not even a hint of yellow though that doesn't mean I'm derange, you know. but it's still a riddle… — Kynna Claire Copy Share Image
The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as they did in summer; they talk in a different leaf-language now. The wind moves through the boughs like fingers drawn across the strings of a harp filling the air with the harsh dry sound of sapless… — Patience Strong Copy Share
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share
“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Easter blessings All life’s sacrifices like autumn leaves awaken our senses and power to love and be whole Our Mother Earth, Our Father Sky… — Ramon Ravenswood Copy Share Image
The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of… — Martha Ostenso Copy Share Image
The ascent of any route begins, in dreams at least, the autumn before. Our minds ring, involuntarily, with the alluring names of mountains, aiguilles, faces and ridges, Is it the name itself which is so tempting, or the picture we have of the mountain itself, or does the appeal come from our feeling of the actual process of climbing? All… — Gaston Rebuffat Copy Share