Sententiae Antiquae Novaeque

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“No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace / As I have seen in one autumnal face.”

– from “Elegy IX: The Autumnal,” by John Donne

“It is enough/ To smell, to crumble the dark earth. / While the robin sings over again / Sad songs of Autumn mirth.”

– from “Digging” by Edward Thomas

“In paradise, the fruits were ripe, the first minute, and in heaven it is always Autumn. His mercies are ever in their maturity.”

– from a Christmas sermon, John Donne

 

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