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.”
―Jane Austen, Persuasion
I love this.. thanks for sharing. And giving me a heads up of your Monday post!
ReplyDeleteAutumn always seems to bring out our poetical thoughts and jaunty steps as we briskly walk in the cool, crisp air, shuffling our feet through the fallen leaves... (my attempt at prose or whatever that is called...LOL)
ReplyDeleteLove this Annie. I just watched Persuasion for the umpteen time. Autumn is poetry to me and I have written many poems on the season. Blessings my dear friend.
ReplyDeleteVisiting your blog is a wonderful way to begin the day !
ReplyDeleteAlways something interesting and elevating for us .
Bless you !