August 27th. To me at eve and morn, In waking dream, or vision of the night, The face of knowledge looked from out the clouds To make her mine for ever. WHO saw his wife might well have thought God loves this man. He chose a wife for him, E. H. Plumptre. The true one. August 28th, I WAS a crank wit, a brisk young boy; And craft, the upshot of experienced age ; Jean Ingelow. And much suspected all that would engage My heart to their own sect, and free-born soul encage. Henry More. WHEN enters she A drawing-room, what world of gracious things Her curtsey says!-she sinks with such a sway, Greeting on either hand the company, Then slowly rises to her state again! Sheridan Knowles. August 29th. I'm very sure that all Who seek or sigh for Beauty's thrall May breathe their vow, and feed their passion, Praed. OH, you will never hide your soul from me; George Eliot. August 30th. HE is so full of pleasant anecdote; So rich, so gay, so poignant in his wit, And ruddy morning through the lattice peeps WHITE mist from the valley, Wild wind from the sea, A shimmer and rustle August 31st. LOVE that lifts us, love that dowers Of things immortal! love that showers. OH! I would walk A weary journey, to the farthest verge Of the big world, to kiss that good man's hand, Preserves a lowly mind; and to his God, W September 1st. ITH thee good-humour tempers lively wit; Joanna Baillie. F. L. M. B. J. B. Selkirk. Kirke White. Churchill. LABOUR with thy spirit willing-labour with thy soul's best feeling; "Laborare est orare," grave this legend in the core of thy heart for evermore, J. F. Waller. August 27th. To me at eve and morn, In waking dream, or vision of the night, The face of knowledge looked from out the clouds. To make her mine for ever. WHO saw his wife might well have thought God loves this man. He chose a wife for him, E. H. Plumptre. The true one. August 28th, I WAS a crank wit, a brisk young boy; Jean Ingelow. And much suspected all that would engage My heart to their own sect, and free-born soul encage. Henry More. WHEN enters she A drawing-room, what world of gracious things Sheridan Knowles. August 29th. I'm very sure that all Who seek or sigh for Beauty's thrall May breathe their vow, and feed their passion, Praed. OH, you will never hide your soul from me; George Eliot. |