lines
of feeling
My
wife and I took a walk today
at one of our favorite places in autumn...
Bull Frog Valley.
Leaves were falling, the smell was intoxicating,
fall color at its peak, the air crisp and refreshing.
at one of our favorite places in autumn...
Bull Frog Valley.
Leaves were falling, the smell was intoxicating,
fall color at its peak, the air crisp and refreshing.
"Her
pleasure in the walk
must arise from the exercise and the day,
from the view of the last smiles of the year
upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges,
and from repeating to herself
some few of the thousand
poetical descriptions extant of autumn...
that season of peculiar and inexhaustible
influence on the mind of taste and tenderness...
that season which has drawn
from every poet worthy of being read
some attempt at description,
or some lines of feeling."
must arise from the exercise and the day,
from the view of the last smiles of the year
upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges,
and from repeating to herself
some few of the thousand
poetical descriptions extant of autumn...
that season of peculiar and inexhaustible
influence on the mind of taste and tenderness...
that season which has drawn
from every poet worthy of being read
some attempt at description,
or some lines of feeling."
-
Jane Austen
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