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 What visionary tints the year puts on,
 When falling leaves falter through motionless air
  Or numbly cling read more 
 What visionary tints the year puts on,
 When falling leaves falter through motionless air
  Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone!
   How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare,
    As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills
     The bowl between me and those distant hills,
      And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair! 
 Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,
 Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.
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 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. 
 It was Autumn, and incessant
 Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
  And, like living coals, the read more 
 It was Autumn, and incessant
 Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
  And, like living coals, the apples
   Burned among the withering leaves. 
 Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
 Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
  Conspiring with him how to read more 
 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-eaves run;
    To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees,
     And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core. 
 Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,
 Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
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 Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,
 Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
  Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove,
   Say, is not absence death to those who love? 
 The mellow autumn came, and with it came
 The promised party, to enjoy its sweets.
  The corn read more 
 The mellow autumn came, and with it came
 The promised party, to enjoy its sweets.
  The corn is cut, the manor full of game;
   The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats
    In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim;
     Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats.
      An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants!
       And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants. 
 Autumn
 Into earth's lap does throw
  Brown apples gay in a game of play,
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 Autumn
 Into earth's lap does throw
  Brown apples gay in a game of play,
   As the equinoctials blow. 
 Third act of the eternal play!
 In poster-like emblazonries
  "Autumn once more begins today"--
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 Third act of the eternal play!
 In poster-like emblazonries
  "Autumn once more begins today"--
   'Tis written all across the trees
    In yellow like Chinese. 
 This sunlight shames November where he grieves
 In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun
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 This sunlight shames November where he grieves
 In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun
  The day, though bough with bough be overrun.
   But with a blessing every glade receives
    High salutation.