“I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”
"To Autumn", st. 1
Poems (1820)
Context: Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the ground, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
The Winter Pear; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”
“The loss of what we have is pain more dire
Than not to gain the thing that we desire.”
Che 'l perder l'acquistato e maggior doglia
Che mai non acquistar quel che l'uom voglia.
XXV, 58
Rifacimento of Orlando Innamorato
“For everything we gain we lose something.”
Book Sometimes you win Sometimes you Learn
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Nets to Catch the Wind (1921), Wild Peaches
