Pity and sorrow shall vanish before us, Youth may wither, but feelings will last; All the shadow that e'er shall fall o'er us Love's light summer cloud sweetly shall cast. Marriage is a matter of more worth January 23. Moore. Shakespeare (King Henry VI.). Still shall each returning season Anonymous. What would'st thou, boy? I love thee more and more. Shakespeare (Cymbeline). January 24. Here, side by side and hand in hand, Here would I ever be, Forgetting that there is a world Except for thee and me. Charles Stephenson. And a' that's mine is thine, lassie. Songs of Scotland. The morning passed, the evening came, They walked and ate, good folks! What then? Day and night, day and night, January 26. Prior. Shelley. Time from her form hath ta'en away but little of its grace, His touch of thought hath dignified the beauty of her face; Yet she might mingle in the dance where maidens gaily trip, So bright is still her hazel eye, so beautiful her lip. Thomas Haynes Bayly. The cup of dole God gave for baptism I am fain to drink And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear. January 27. She is born of noble stem, Which upon her robe doth shine, F. Faludi, trans. by Sirf. Bowring. He is a man worth any woman. Shakespeare (Cymbeline). I've been where on the dismal day Anonymous. For ever join'd our fates combine, And I am yours, and you are mine. January 29. John Logan. Each morning my darling would bid me go To my work with a fond farewell, And would welcome me back when the sun was low With a sweetness which none can tell. E. Courtenay. Is't possible that so short a time can alter the condition of a man? January 30. Shakespeare (Coriolanus). By your truth she shall be true, E. B. Browning. Oh! what's a table richly spread Warton. |