“Crowned with the sickle, and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on.”

Source: The Seasons (1726-1730), Autumn (1730), l. 1-3.

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Scottish writer (1700-1748) 1700–1748

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“Crowned with the sickle, and the wheaten sheaf,While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,Comes jovial on.”

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“Crowned with the sickle, and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on.”