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MelanieJaxn: A day comes in the springtime
When Earth puts forth her powers,
Casts off the bonds of winter
And lights him hence with flowers...
~Dora Read Goodale
KA_Crittenden: Element - Wind
"The Autumn wood the aster knows, / The empty nest, the wind that grieves, / The sunlight breaking thro' the shade," - "Asters," by Dora Read Goodale
MelanieJaxn: Hope is a roving gypsy
With laughter on her tongue,
And the blue sky and sunshine
Alone, can keep her young;
And year by year she lingers
Under a budding tree...
~Dora Read Goodale
kevblue777: The icicles now fringe the trees
That swayed in summer's gentle breeze,
When summer days were fair.
–Dora Read Goodale (1866–1915)
platospupil: The icicles now fringe the trees
That swayed in summer's gentle breeze,
When summer days were fair.
–Dora Read Goodale (1866–1915)
plastic_bio: I love the fair lilies and roses so gay,They are rich in their pride and their splendor;But still more do I love to wander awayTo the meadow so sweet,Where down at my feet,The harebell blooms modest and tender.
- Dora Read Goodale
fairliehope: “But still more do I love to wander away
To the meadow so sweet,
Where down at my feet,
The harebell blooms modest and tender.”
— Dora Read Goodale
MelanieJaxn: A day comes in the springtime
When Earth puts forth her powers,
Casts off the bonds of winter
And lights him hence with flowers...
~Dora Read Goodale
MelanieJaxn: Hope is a roving gypsy
With laughter on her tongue,
And the blue sky and sunshine
Alone, can keep her young;
And year by year she lingers
Under a budding tree...
~Dora Read Goodale
platospupil: The icicles now fringe the trees
That swayed in summer's gentle breeze,
When summer days were fair.
–Dora Read Goodale (1866–1915)
HabbyMomma: The icicles now fringe the trees
That swayed in summer's gentle breeze,
When summer days were fair.
–Dora Read Goodale (1866–1915)
OccultFan: The icicles now fringe the trees
That swayed in summer's gentle breeze,
When summer days were fair.
–Dora Read Goodale (1866–1915)
MelanieJaxn: A day comes in the springtime
When Earth puts forth her powers,
Casts off the bonds of winter
And lights him hence with flowers...
~Dora Read Goodale
MelanieJaxn: Hope is a roving gypsy
With laughter on her tongue,
And the blue sky and sunshine
Alone, can keep her young;
And year by year she lingers
Under a budding tree...
~Dora Read Goodale
kevblue777: The icicles now fringe the trees
That swayed in summer's gentle breeze,
When summer days were fair.
–Dora Read Goodale (1866–1915)
MelanieJaxn: A day comes in the springtime
When Earth puts forth her powers,
Casts off the bonds of winter
And lights him hence with flowers...
~Dora Read Goodale
WhaleyLaura: Hope is a roving gypsy
With laughter on her tongue,
And the blue sky and sunshine
Alone, can keep her young;
And ye...
gingerf123: The icicles now fringe the trees
That swayed in summer's gentle breeze,
When summer days were fair.
~Dora Read Goodale (1866-1953)
KnowYourQuotes1: "The Autumn wood the aster knows, The empty nest, the wind that grieves, The sunlight breaking thro' the shad...
PoetryAlive: And in yonder marshes burns
The fiery-flaming marigold.
~ Dora Read Goodale
poetictouch: And in yonder marshes burns
The fiery-flaming marigold.
~ Dora Read Goodale
poetictouch: And in the woods a fragrance rare
Of wild azaleas fills the air.
~ Dora Read Goodale
americafranco18: "And in the woods a fragrance rare
Of wild azaleas fills the air..."
- Dora Read Goodale
