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Again the blackbirds sings; the streams
Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams,
And tremble in the April read more
Again the blackbirds sings; the streams
Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams,
And tremble in the April showers
The tassels of the maple flowers.
A good wife is heaven's last, best gift to man, - his gem of many virtues, his casket of jewels; read more
A good wife is heaven's last, best gift to man, - his gem of many virtues, his casket of jewels; her voice is sweet music, her smiles his brightest day, her kiss the guardian of his innocence, her arms the pale of his safety...
Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day,
But night itself does the rich gem betray.
Stones of small worth may lie unseen by day,
But night itself does the rich gem betray.
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-apparelled April on the heel
Of limping Winter read more
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-apparelled April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads, even such delight
Among fresh fennel buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house.
The Lord says, "As surely as I live, your children will be like jewels. You will be as proud of read more
The Lord says, "As surely as I live, your children will be like jewels. You will be as proud of them as a bride is of her jewels."
Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!
Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!
And I had lent my watch last night to one
That dines to-day at the sheriff's.
And I had lent my watch last night to one
That dines to-day at the sheriff's.
The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good. Calmness of mind read more
The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good. Calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom.
Nay, tarry a moment, my charming girl;
Here is a jewel of gold and pearl;
A beautiful read more
Nay, tarry a moment, my charming girl;
Here is a jewel of gold and pearl;
A beautiful cross it is I ween
As ever on beauty's breast was seen;
There's nothing at all but love to pay;
Take it and wear it, but only stay!
Ah! Sir Hunter, what excellent taste!
I'm not--in such--particular--haste.