Penny Dreadfuls, 1812 · page 174 of 258
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# Page Analysis This is a text page (numbered 156) containing a poem titled "Written in Autumn." The verse is a Romantic-era composition addressing the autumn season, expressing the speaker's affection for autumn's melancholy atmosphere—its "pensive air," yellow foliage, and misty light. The poem celebrates the sounds of the woods and their murmuring quality, which evoke thoughts of departed spring and summer while hinting at winter's approach. It concludes with the speaker seeking solace and rest in autumn's embrace during times of emotional distress. The page appears to be from the body of a larger Victorian publication rather than a title or cover page.
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156 * WRITTEN IN AUTUMN. OQ Aurumy! how I love thy pensive air, » Thy yellow garb, thy visage sad and dun! ° ‘When from the misty east the labouring Sun Bursts through thy fogs, that eathering round him, dare Obscure his beams, which, though enfeebled, dart On the cold, dewy plains a lustre bright Sil But chief, the sounds of thy reft woods delight ; Their deep, low murmurs to my soul impart A, solemn stillness, while they seem to speak Of Spring, of Summer now for ever past, - Of drear, approaching Winter, and the blast Which shall ere long their soothing quiet break : Here, when for faded joys my heaving breast Throbs with yain pangs, here will I love to rest. ~ CoOmcroo<S.Colml