Monday, April 19, 2010

Sonnet Lxxiv. Autumn, Whose Fruits Endure, Though Death Is On It. Comments

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Autumn should be a youth wasted and wan,
A flush upon his cheek, and in his eye
Unhealthful fire; and there should sit hard by
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Henry Alford
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