Quote#Nature
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson
Quote byWilliam Cullen Bryant · 1794–1878
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Thirty Poems (1864), The Third of November, 1861.
English (original)
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.
— William Cullen Bryant
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