O! how sweet to see thee cumbered 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, 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, Byron. Anonymous. Ne'er mind her pretty, lying tongue, Ramsay. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I wrote them for the Sunday Journal. Winthrop M. Praed. Yet love is not confined to tender ages, June 8. Harrison. Yet look on me-take not thine eyes away, 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, Tennyson A proper man as we shall see in a summer's day. |