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The Summer comes and the Summer goes;
Wild-flowers are fringing the dusty lanes,
The shallows go darting through fragrant rains,
Then, all of a sudden--it snows.
- Thomas Bailey Aldrich
O, Winter! Put away thy snowy pride;
O, Spring! Neglect the cowslip and the bell;
O, Summer! Throw thy pears and plums aside;
O, Autumn! Bid the grape with poison swell.
- Thomas Chatterton
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall,
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Of if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Frost at Midnight
In the journey of the year, the autumn is Venice, spring is Naples, certainly, and the majestic maturity of summer is Rome.
- George William Curtis
Perceiv'st them not the process of the year,
How the four seasons in four forms appear,
Resembling human life in ev'ry shape they wear?
Spring first, like infancy, shoots out her head,
With milky juice requiring to be fed: * * *
Proceeding onward whence the year began,
The Summer grows adult, and ripens into man. * * *
Autumn succeeds, a sober, tepid age,
Not froze with fear, nor boiling into rage; * * *
Last, Winter creeps along with tardy pace,
Sour is his front, and furrowed is his face.
- John Dryden
Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden summer burns,
Ere sunset all is snow.
- James Russell Lowell, To -----
Autumn to winter, winter into spring,
Spring into summer, summer into fall,--
So rolls the changing year, and so we change;
Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
- Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik),
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
- George Santayana
January grey is here,
Like a sexton by her grave;
February bears the bier,
March with grief doth howl and rave,
And April weeps--but, O ye hours!
Follow with May's fairest flowers.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley, Dirge for the Year
The autumn with its fruits provides disorders for us, and the winter's cold turns them into sharp diseases, and the spring brings flowers to strew our hearses, and the summer gives green turf and bramble's to bind up our graves.
- Jeremy Taylor
Ah! well away!
Seasons flower and fade.
- Lord Alfred Tennyson,
Every Day hath its Night
These, as they change, Almighty Father, these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring
Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
* * * * *
Then comes Thy glory in the Summer months
With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy sun
Shoots full perfection through the swelling year;
* * * * *
Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined,
And spreads a common feast for all that live.
In Winter awful Thou! with clouds and storms
Around Thee thrown, tempest o'er roll'd,
Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing,
- James Thomson (1)
The winter will be short, the summer long,
The autumn amber-hued, sunny and hot,
Tasting of cider and of scuppernong;
All seasons sweet, but autumn best of all.
The squirrels in their silver fur will fall
Like falling leaves, like fruit, before your shot.
- Elinor Holt Wylie, Wild Peaches
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