I saw old Autumn in the misty mornStand shadowless like Silence, listeningTo silence, for no lonely bird would singInto his hollow ear from woods forlorn,Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;—Shaking his languid locks all dewy brightWith tangled gossamer that fell by night,Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Author
Thomas Hood quotes & passages
1 passage by Thomas Hood, from Autumn. Thomas Hood died in 1845, so the words are in the public domain. Every passage is copied word for word from the Project Gutenberg text.
New passages, now and then
We keep adding passages and collections. Leave your email and we’ll tell you when something new lands.
Optional. One short email per new collection, and nothing else.