AutumnHarriet MaryTeulonTeulon, Harriet MaryH. M. T.IllustratorJohn W.McWhirterMcWhirter, John W.
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DVPP Project TeamFukushimaKaileyUniversity of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry ProjectVictoria, BC, Canada
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Poet attribution: H. M. T. is the pseudonym of Harriet Mary Teulon. (AC)Good Words138593I love the season when the first rude breezetext-transform: uppercase; font-size: 120%; letter-spacing: 0.15em;font-size: 90%; text-align: right; margin-right: 11em;margin-left: 12em; margin-bottom: 0em;font-variant: small-caps; letter-spacing: 0.06em;letter-spacing: 0em;display: none;display: inline;display: block;font-size: 1rem; width: 44em;CSS remediation, verified.Created pom_351_incid_poem rendition to reset font-sizes.Added useful rendition elements in anticipation of CSS reworking.Marking specific renditions as incidental.Handle cases of incidental titles, where head elements have child elements with style
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Autumn.I love the season when the first rude breezeOf Autumn shakes the foliage from the trees,And mists that rise at morning damp and cold,Float in light clouds at even fringed with gold.The eye can longer rest on scene like this,Than that which tells of more unsullied bliss ;And as we gaze, it brings the thought how sin,Ushered the morn of our existence inWith cheerless sky, till Christ at evening came,Sinking his blessed beams beneath our shame,Then on our darkness broke a golden floodOf light, and every cloud was tipp’d with blood.H. M. T.