Henry F. Chorley, The Sapphire Necklace
“ For yet palace be lofty and moat be wide And mailed the bridge and lordly the towers, There love can prevail over pomp and pride Like the cherished beauty of those sweet flowers! Love, love, love. Love will not alter under the sun While the woods grow and the waters run! ”
Henry F. Chorley, The Sapphire Necklace
“ It is not wealth and state that smooth the way, Nor bid the desert bloom, The ploughman at his furrow can be gay, The weaver at his loom. Where Honour's Lord content his wife hath room, And hearts keep light if heads are gray, Singing, till Echo doth repeat the sound, "May all who wed in truth with happiness be crown'd." Over the Roof Over the roof and over the wall, Grow, grow, the jessamine grow. ”
