It Was Not In The Winter Our

To Attempt To Advise Conceited People Is Like Whistling Against The Wind.

O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That Heaven Upon Earth To The Weary Head.

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

We Watch'd Her Breathing Through The Night, Her Breathing Soft And Low, As In Her Breast The Wave Of Life Kept Heaving To And Fro.

Oh, If It Be To Choose And Call Thee Mine, Love, Thou Art Every Day My Valentine!