<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Autumn - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://www.maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[This sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun  The day, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3570]]></link><description><![CDATA[This sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun  The day, though bough with bough be overrun.   But with a blessing every glade receives    High salutation.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3570</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,  And ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3546]]></link><description><![CDATA[Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt,  And night by night the monitory blast   Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd    O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes,     Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt      Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods       Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3546</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit  Beneath my ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3547]]></link><description><![CDATA[O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit  Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayest rest   And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,    And all the daughters of the year shall dance!     Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3547</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God;  And only he who sees takes off his ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3548]]></link><description><![CDATA[Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God;  And only he who sees takes off his shoes;   The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3548</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3549]]></link><description><![CDATA[Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3549</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3550]]></link><description><![CDATA[The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3550</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3551]]></link><description><![CDATA[Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.  Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing   With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3551</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3552]]></link><description><![CDATA[All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3552</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets.  The corn is cut, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3553]]></link><description><![CDATA[The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets.  The corn is cut, the manor full of game;   The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats    In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim;     Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats.      An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants!       And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3553</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating;  O'er the dreamy, listless haze,   White and dainty ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3554]]></link><description><![CDATA[Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating;  O'er the dreamy, listless haze,   White and dainty cloudlets floating;    Winking at the blushing trees,     And the sombre, furrowed fallow;      Smiling at the airy ease,       Of the southward flying swallow        Sweet and smiling are thy ways,         Beauteous, golden Autumn days.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3554</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows;  It comes, it grieves, it goes.  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3555]]></link><description><![CDATA[A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows;  It comes, it grieves, it goes.   Once it rocked the summer rose.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3555</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face;  Young beauties force ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3556]]></link><description><![CDATA[No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnal face;  Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape;   This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3556</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Third act of the eternal play! In poster-like emblazonries  "Autumn once more begins today"--   'Tis written all ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3557]]></link><description><![CDATA[Third act of the eternal play! In poster-like emblazonries  "Autumn once more begins today"--   'Tis written all across the trees    In yellow like Chinese.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3557</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying;  He hath gather'd up gold,   And now he ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3558]]></link><description><![CDATA[The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying;  He hath gather'd up gold,   And now he is dying;--    Old age, begin sighing!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3558</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning;  The night has no eve,   And the day has ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3559]]></link><description><![CDATA[The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning;  The night has no eve,   And the day has no morning;    Cold winter gives warning!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3559</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening  To silence, for no lonely bird ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3560]]></link><description><![CDATA[I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening  To silence, for no lonely bird would sing   Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,    Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;--     Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright      With tangled gossamer that fell by night,       Pearling his coronet of golden corn.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3560</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;  Conspiring with him how to load and ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3561]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3561</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,  And, like living coals, the apples  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3562]]></link><description><![CDATA[It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,  And, like living coals, the apples   Burned among the withering leaves.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3562</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air  Or numbly cling and shiver ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3563]]></link><description><![CDATA[What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air  Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone!   How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare,    As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills     The bowl between me and those distant hills,      And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3563</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime,  Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries   Brighten ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3564]]></link><description><![CDATA[Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime,  Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries   Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3564</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Autumn Into earth's lap does throw  Brown apples gay in a game of play,   As the equinoctials ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3565]]></link><description><![CDATA[Autumn Into earth's lap does throw  Brown apples gay in a game of play,   As the equinoctials blow.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3565</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sorrow and the scarlet leaf, Sad thoughts and sunny weather;  Ah me! this glory and this grief   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3566]]></link><description><![CDATA[Sorrow and the scarlet leaf, Sad thoughts and sunny weather;  Ah me! this glory and this grief   Agree not well together!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3566</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,  Ye trees ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3567]]></link><description><![CDATA[Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,  Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove,   Say, is not absence death to those who love?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3567</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night, The skies yet blushing with departing light,  When falling dews ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3568]]></link><description><![CDATA[Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night, The skies yet blushing with departing light,  When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade,   And the low sun had lengthened every shade.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3568</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3569]]></link><description><![CDATA[O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3569</guid></item></channel></rss>