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"I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod."
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"Spring beckons! All things to the call respond; the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond."
"I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,I'd love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,But I'm never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,It's summer when she smiles, I'm laughing like a child,It's the summer of our lives; we'll contain it for a whileShe holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her handI'd be happy with this summer if it's all we ever had."
"And they left the mellow light of the dandelion wine and went upstairs to carry out the last few rituals of summer, for they felt that now the final day, the final night had come. As the day grew late they realized that for two or three nights now, porches had emptied early of their inhabitants. The air hard a different, drier smell and Grandma was talking of hot coffee instead of iced tea; the open, white-flutter-curtained windows were closing in the great bays; cold cuts were giving way to steamed beef. The mosquitos were gone from the porch, and surely when they abandoned the conflict the war with Time was really done, there was nothing for it but that humans also forsake the battleground."
"When it is summer, enjoy it, but you must also prepare for winter."
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"As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it."
"By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer."
"But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood."
"If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful."
"When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery."
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