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Identifier: wessex00hollrich (find matches)
Title: Wessex
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Holland, Clive, 1866- Tyndale, Walter, 1855-1943
Subjects: Dorset (England) -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : Adam & Charles Black
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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hroud the landscape. On the uplands the breath of autumn has come : thebracken has put on its exquisite garments of brown,the gorses golden glory is slowly fading, and thewild thyme no longer gives out its full perfume. Atnights the flocks herd in the shelter of the gorse, forthe night-wind blows chill. Below the downs thewoods stretch, a blaze of orange, purple, and brownfoliage, slowly thinning in the autumn wind. The year grows still again, the surging wake Of full-sailed summer folds its furrows up ; As after passing of an argosy Old silence settles back upon the sea, And ocean grows as placid as a cup. Spring the young morn, and Summer the strong noon, Have dreamed and done and died for Autumns sake ; Autumn that finds not for a loss so dear Solace in stack and garner here too soon— Autumn, the faithful widow of the year. In the coppices the nuts are falling earthward from 240 BERE HEATH IN AUTUMN, WITH GAT-LOWS HILL IN THE DISTANCE The Egdon Heath of the Wessex Novels > * 1
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An Autumn Night their husks, and the industrious and providentsquirrels are already laying up their winter stores. Here and there in cottage gardens under the hillsroses linger amid autumn flowers—reminders of thesummer that has gone into the past; and from thecottage chimneys the blue smoke of wood-fires curls—another signal that autumn is here. William Barnes, the true poet of Wessex life, haspictured an autumn night : Now the light o the west is a-turnd to gloom, An the men be at hwome vrom ground ; An the bells be a-zenden all down the Coombe From tower their mwoansome sound. An the wind is still. An the house-dogs do bark. An the rooks be a-vled to the elems high an dark. An the water do roar at mill. The sea, too, which now surges on the Wessex shoreo nights with a dirge for the summer which has gone,has taken on its autumn tints. Now at dawn it isgrey as a Puritan maidens gown ; at noon, grey-greenas chrysoprase, not a wedding of amethyst and emerald ;and at sunset a slaty

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