Lyttelton. go; Cotton That that dost ve me to the word repeated For aght that ever I could read, true or history, R De ever did run smooth. Shakespeare? Kasummer Night's Dream). December 12. When Time who steals cur years away, Shaft seal or pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay And bat our joys renew. Moore. No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fst, as love can with a timid thread, Burton. There's a day of all days the most dear, Sure the very best day of the year, When I was a bride, with my boy at my side— Him that courted me down at Kilmere. C. Barnard. Secure from bondage and all servile harms; December 14. O! who would live alone, Yawning and staring sadly in the fire, Pope. What is there in the vale of life Cowper. December 15: Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle; I wonder'd where she'd left her sparrows. Winthrop M. Praed. Fill'd with her love, may I be rather grown John Donne. |