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If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
(Two Gentlemen of Verona). Yet love, mere love, is beautiful indeed, And worthy of acceptation.
E. B. Browning February 8.
Love took up the harp of life and smote on all the
chords with might ; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
(Locksley Hall) Her acts are modest and her words discreet.
(The Spanish Student).
The Ingoldsly Legends.
Which by experience doth not folly prove
Sir Robert Aytoun.
In each thing give him way, cross him in nothing.
(Antony and Cleopatra).
- February 11.
That time has brought to bear,
(The Faerie Queene).
February 12. There is no land so sacred, no air so pure and so
wholesome, As is the air she breathes, and the soil that is pressed by her footsteps.
(The Courtship of Miles Standish). Where love is great the littlest doubts are fears ; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there,