SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, | |
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; | |
Conspiring with him how to load and bless | |
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; | |
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, | |
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; | |
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells | |
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, | |
And still more, later flowers for the bees, | |
Until they think warm days will never cease Ode to Autumn J. Keats John Atkinson Grimshaw Hans Andersen Brendekilde Arthur Hacker Xavier Mellery Frantisek Kupka Druzhin Constantine Frederick McCubbin Simeon Solomon George Frederick Watts Mikhail Nesterov Stanislav Brusilov Alphonce Mucha Henri Fantin LaTour Odilon Redon Gustave Moreau John Millais Arthur Rackham Edwin Mostyn John Duncan Mary Cicily Barker Wilhelm Kotbarinski Edmund Dulac Albert Lorieux Claude Buck Andy Goldsworthy |
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