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Showing posts with label Hello.... Show all posts

02 December 2013

Hello December

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"I heard a bird sing In the dark of December A magical thing And sweet to remember."                               Oliver Herford

01 November 2013

Hello November

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 "November comes and November goes,With the last red berries And the first white snows."          Elizabeth Coatsworth

30 September 2013

Hello October

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"Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!"      Humbert Wolfe

04 September 2013

Hello September

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"O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf’s rustle and the squirrel’s laughter,The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter."
 George Arnold

02 August 2013

Hello August

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"Fairest of the months! Ripe summer's queen The hey-day of the year With robes that gleam with sunny sheen Sweet August doth appear."      R.Combe Miller

01 July 2013

Hello July

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"That beautiful season the Summer! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood."     Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

01 June 2013

Hello June

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"If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance."    Bern Williams

01 May 2013

Hello May

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"Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds move on."     Heinrich Heine

01 April 2013

Hello April

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"There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by."    William C. Bryant

01 March 2013

Hello March

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“Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing Under the sky's gray arch; Smiling I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing It is the wind of March.”     William Wordsworth