If I were yonder wave, my dear, My land of bliss, my fairy ground. Moore. I struck my choice upon her, ere my heart Shakespeare (All's Well that Ends Well). January 14. Oh! happy they, the happiest of their kind, Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend ; Thomson. Our love was of that steadfast kind, that grew 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. Always the same, Darby, my own! January 18. F. E. Weatherty. But when he vow'd he wad make her his bride, Songs of Scotland. I love my love because I know my love loves me. Prior. There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told That man i' the world who shall report he has January 20. Shakespeare Wealth and dominion fade into the mass Shelley. How many ladies, speculating dears! January 21. Anonymous. She smiled on many just for fun- 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. |