Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.
Autumn
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.
Bryant.—Death of the Flowers.
Lands will be lit
With every autumn’s blaze of Golden Rod,
And purple Asters everywhere will nod
And bend and wave and flit.
Helen Hunt.—Asters and Golden Rod.
To her bier
Comes the year,
Not with weeping and distress, as mortals do,
But to guide her way to it
All the trees have torches lit.
Lucy Larcom.—The Indian Summer.
The tints of autumn—a mighty flower-garden, blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, Frost.
Whittier.—Patucket Falls.