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Who first comes to this world below
With drear November's fog and snow
Should prize the Topaz' read more
Who first comes to this world below
With drear November's fog and snow
Should prize the Topaz' amber hue--
Emblem of friends and lovers true.
A maiden born when Autumn leaves
Are rustling in September's breeze,
A Sapphire on her brow should read more
A maiden born when Autumn leaves
Are rustling in September's breeze,
A Sapphire on her brow should bind,
'Twill cure diseases of the mind.
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...
Take that life, beseech you,
Which I so often owe; but your ring first,
And here the read more
Take that life, beseech you,
Which I so often owe; but your ring first,
And here the bracelet of the truest princess
That ever swore her faith.
Words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.
Words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.
Don't forget I know who you are. We were cut from the same surly star. Like two jewels in the read more
Don't forget I know who you are. We were cut from the same surly star. Like two jewels in the sky sharing fire!
Who comes with Summer to this earth
And owes to June her day of birth,
With ring read more
Who comes with Summer to this earth
And owes to June her day of birth,
With ring of Agate on her hand,
Can health, wealth, and long life command.
Who in this world of ours their eyes
In March first open shall be wise;
In days read more
Who in this world of ours their eyes
In March first open shall be wise;
In days of peril firm and brave,
And wear a Bloodstone to their grave.
December drops no weak, relenting tear,
By our fond Summer sympathies ensnared,
Nor from the perfect circle read more
December drops no weak, relenting tear,
By our fond Summer sympathies ensnared,
Nor from the perfect circle of the year
Can even Winter's crystal gems be spared.
