This Views Poetry |
October | ||||
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O hushed October morning mild, |
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Robert Frost (1874-1963) | ||||
The Poetry of Robert Frost pp. 27f |
The Wild Swans at Coole | ||||
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The trees are in their autumn beauty, |
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W. B. Yeats (1865-1939) | ||||
Collected Works: Volume I: The Poems (1989) #
143 |
A Vagabond Song | ||||
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There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood — |
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Bliss Carman (1861-1929) | ||||
Modern American Poetry (1919) # 24 |
Triad | ||||
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From the Silence of Time, Times Silence borrow. In the heart of To-day is the word of To-morrow. The Builders of Joy are the Children of Sorrow. |
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William Sharp (1856-1902) | ||||
Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse p. 400 |
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