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Julia Caroline Dorr Quotes

Aspirations pure and high Strength to do and to endure Heir of all the Ages, I Lo! I am no longer poor! Picture Quote #1

Yet, O thou beautiful rose! Queen rose so fair and sweet. What were lover or crown to thee, without the clay at thy feet? Picture Quote #1

April’s rare capricious loveliness Picture Quote #1

Grass grows at last above all graves Picture Quote #1

Pluck the acacia’s golden balls, and mark where the red pomegranate falls Picture Quote #1

Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew Picture Quote #1

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Thou art no dreamer, o thou stern today! The dead past had its dreams; the real is thine Picture Quote #1

And all the meadows, wide unrolled, were green and silver, green and gold, where buttercups and daisies spun their shining tissues in the sun Picture Quote #1

A wreath of dewy roses, fresh and sweet, just brought from out the garden’s cool retreat Picture Quote #1

No mother who stands upon low ground herself can hope to place her children upon a loftier plane. They may reach it, but it will not be through her Picture Quote #1

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Aspirations pure and high Strength to do and to endure Heir of all the Ages, I Lo! I am no longer poor! (Julia Caroline Dorr Quotes) Yet, O thou beautiful rose! Queen rose so fair and sweet. What were lover or crown to thee, without the clay at thy feet? (Julia Caroline Dorr Quotes) April’s rare capricious loveliness (Julia Caroline Dorr Quotes) Grass grows at last above all graves (Julia Caroline Dorr Quotes) Pluck the acacia’s golden balls, and mark where the red pomegranate falls (Julia Caroline Dorr Quotes) Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew (Julia Caroline Dorr Quotes) Thou art no dreamer, o thou stern today! The dead past had its dreams; the real is thine (Julia Caroline Dorr Quotes) And all the meadows, wide unrolled, were green and silver, green and gold, where buttercups and daisies spun their shining tissues in the sun (Julia Caroline Dorr Quotes) A wreath of dewy roses, fresh and sweet, just brought from out the garden’s cool retreat (Julia Caroline Dorr Quotes) No mother who stands upon low ground herself can hope to place her children upon a loftier plane. They may reach it, but it will not be through her (Julia Caroline Dorr Quotes)