Pastoral Resources

Autumn's the mellow time.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees - just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.

I also hear your president say that war is the means of last resort and I think he means that. I met him last autumn and he assured me that they wanted to come through and disarm Iraq by peaceful means, and that's what we are trying to do as hard as we can.

I came back out here from England and I was there for a while and it was beautiful and it is just great to see London going from Spring to Summer and Autumn.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women.

And getting married this autumn was certainly an additional incentive to spend rather more time in England.

I am saying that in Wales here we have a very clear election commitment and I hope, and I will express this view, I hope that every individual member of the Labour Party, will understand that and will strive to achieve unity so that we can deliver the yes vote in the Autumn.

Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?

It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.

In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.