Quote by John Donne, Elegy 9, The Autumna

No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,As I have seen in one autumnal face.


No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,As I have seen

Summary

This quote suggests that the beauty encompassed in an autumnal face surpasses that of spring or summer. It implies that the sight of someone during the autumn season is more captivating and graceful than any other time of the year. This could be due to the warm hues, changing foliage, and a sense of calm associated with autumn, making it a captivating sight that evokes a deeper level of beauty.

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By John Donne, Elegy 9, The Autumna
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