+1The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather’d up gold, And now he is dying;– Old age, begin sighing!
- Thomas Hood
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- The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather’d up gold, And now he is dying….. Old age, begin sighing! - Anonymous
- Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold! - Thomas Hood
- I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To Silence. - Thomas Hood
- It was a childish ignorance, But now ’tis little joy To know I’m further off from heaven Than when I was a boy. - Thomas Hood
- O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head. - Thomas Hood
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