Tuesday, December 31, 2002

October Comments

Rating: 2.9

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
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William Cullen Bryant
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Susan Williams 29 December 2016

This is autumn magic! ! ! Stunningly written! ! ! !

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Cj Smith 25 September 2008

This poet is my Great great great grandfather

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Haowei 25 October 2020

Is it true? That's cool

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