“Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,
Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.
Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing
With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.”
    
    
    
    
        
        
        
            
            
        
        
        
        
        
        The Third of November, 1861. Thirty Poems. Appleton, New York. pp. 112-115. (1864)
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American romantic poet and journalist 1794–1878Related quotes
 
                            
                        
                        
                        
                                
                                    “No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face.”
                                
                                
                                
                                
                            
                                        
                                        No. 9, The Autumnal, line 1 
Elegies 
Source: The Complete Poetry and Selected Prose
                                    
 
                            
                        
                        
                        
                                
                                    “All a green willow, willow,
All a green willow is my garland.”
                                
                                
                                
                                
                            
The Green Willow; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
"The Graves", as quoted in Understanding Vietnam by Neil Jamieson (University of California Press, 1995), pp. 163–164
 
                            
                        
                        
                        
                                        
                                        1836 
Quoted in Leslie Parris and Ian Fleming-Williams, Constable, (Tate Gallery Publications, London, 1993), p. 37 
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                                    “Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.”
                                
                                
                                
                                
                            
Autumnal Sonnet; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
 
        
     
                            