Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WRITTEN IN AUTUMN, by MARY TIGHE Poet's Biography First Line: O autumn! How I love thy pensive air Last Line: Throbs with vain pangs, here will I love to rest. Alternate Author Name(s): Blachford, Mary Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
O Autumn! how I love thy pensive air, Thy yellow garb, thy visage sad and dun! When from the misty east the laboring Sun Bursts through thy fogs, that gathering round him, dare Obscure his beams, which, though enfeebled, dart On the cold, dewy plains a luster bright: But chief, the sounds of thy reft woods delight; Their deep, low murmurs to my soul impart A solemn stillness, while they seem to speak Of Spring, of Summer now for ever past, Of drear, approaching Winter, and the blast Which shall ere long their soothing quiet break: Here, when for faded joys my heaving breast Throbs with vain pangs, here will I love to rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR AUTUMN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AN AUTUMN JOY by GEORGE ARNOLD A LEAF FALLS by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LETTER IN OCTOBER by TED KOOSER AUTUMN EVENING by DAVID LEHMAN EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV ADDRESS TO MY HARP by MARY TIGHE ON RECEIVING A BRANCH OF MEZEREON WHICH FLOWERED AT WOODSTOCK by MARY TIGHE |
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