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If I were yonder wave, my dear,
And thou the isle it clasps around,
I would not let a step come near

My land of bliss, my fairy ground.

Moore.

I struck my choice upon her, ere my heart
Durst make too bold a herald of my tongue.

Shakespeare

(All's Well that Ends Well).

January 14.

Oh! happy they, the happiest of their kind,

Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate

Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend; 'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnat❜ral oft, and foreign to the mind.

Thomson.

Our love was of that steadfast kind, that grew
Deeper and deeper with the journeying years.

January 15.

Anonymous.

Love-even love-goes smoothly on

A railway sort of track;

No flinty sire, no jealous Don,

No hearts upon the rack.

Hood.

Oh! blessings on that happy day, the happiest of my

life,

When, thanks to God! your low, sweet "Yes" made

you my loving wife.

W. C. Bennett.

January 14.

January 15.

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Always the same, Darby, my own!
Always the same to your old wife Joan.

January 18.

F. E. Weatherby.

But when he vow'd he wad make her his bride,
Though his flocks and his herds were not few,
She gi'ed him her hand and a kiss beside,
And vow'd she'd for ever be true.

Songs of Scotland.

I love my love because I know my love loves me.

Prior.

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January 17.

January 18.

There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told
When two that are linked in one heavenly tie,
With hearts never changing and brows never cold,
Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.
Moore.

That man i' the world who shall report he has
A better wife, let him in nought be trusted.

January 20.

Shakespeare
(King Henry VIII.).

Wealth and dominion fade into the mass
Of the great sea of human right and wrong,
When once from our possession they must pass;
But love, though misdirected, is among
The things which are immortal, and surpass
All that frail stuff which will be or which was.

Shelley.

How many ladies, speculating dears!
Will make six matches in as many years?

January 21.

Anonymous.

She smiled on many just for fun-
I knew that there was nothing in it;

I was the first, the only one,

Her heart had thought of for a minute.

Winthrop M. Praed.

Oh! partner of my gladness, wife, what care, what grief is there,

For me you would not bravely face, with me you

would not share?

W. C. Bennett.

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