bride - Popular Poems and stories from category

Three summer's since I chose a maid,
Too young may be - but more's to
At harvest time than bide and woo
When us was wed she turned

She gives him his eyes, she found
Among some rubble, among some
He gives her her
He just seemed to pull it down out of the air and lay it over

CE a stranger youth to Corinth came, Who in Athens lived, but hoped that
From a certain townsman there might claim, As his father's friend, kind courtesy
Son and daughter, they Had been wont to say Should thereafter bride and bridegroom ...