June 2.

June 3.

O! how sweet to see thee cumbered
With my happiness-to see
All the little cares unnumbered
Fond affection takes for me.

Alexander Kisfaludy, trans. by Sir J. Bowring.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye.

June 5.

Milton

(Paradise Lost).

O, yes, young love is lovely yet,
With faith and honour plighted;
I love to see a pair so met-
Youth, Beauty-all united.

Locker.

His heart was one of those which most enamour usWax to receive, and marble to retain.

June 6.

But had I wist, before I kissed,
That love had been sae ill to win,
I'd locked my heart in a case of gowd,
And pinned it with a siller pin.

Byron.

Anonymous.

Ne'er mind her pretty, lying tongue,
But tent the language o' her e'en.

Ramsay.

June 5.

June 6.

Through sunny May, through sultry June,
I loved her with a love eternal;
I spoke her praises to the moon,

I wrote them for the Sunday Journal.

Winthrop M. Praed.

Yet love is not confined to tender ages,
But, like small-pox, attacks at riper stages.

June 8.

Harrison.

Yet look on me-take not thine eyes away,
Which feed upon the love within mine own,
Which is indeed but the reflected ray

Of thine own beauty from my spirit thrown.

Holy, fair, and wise is she,

The heavens such grace did lend her.

Shakespeare

June 9.

Shelley.

(Two Gentlemen of Verona).

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel with smile or frown,
With that wild wheel we go not up or down-
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.

Tennyson
(Enid's Song).

A proper man as we shall see in a summer's day.

June 8.

June 9.