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Love in your hearts as idly burns
, O Love ! O fire ! once he drew As fire in antique Roman urns.
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
SHAKESPEARE. A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth and love.
Don Juan, Cant. ii.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets. Drink ye to her that each loves best,
J. GAY. And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to her mutual breast, Then fly betimes, for only they
We will not ask her name.
Drink ye to her.
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love ;
And, when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part ? dear !
Song. 'T is never too late for delight, my dear !
And you must love him, ere to you
He will seem worthy of your love.
A Poet's Epitaph.
WORDSWORTH. Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear ! Young May Moon.
Moore. Ye gods ! annihilate but space and time,
And make two lovers happy. Lovers' hours are long, though seeming short.
| Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry, Ch. xi. Venus and Adonis.
Sweet to entrance
Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life; The raptured soul by intermingling glance. Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er Psyche.
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes ; Till heart with heart in concord beats,
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. And the lover is beloved.
The Bard, i. 3.
T. GRAY. TO
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
That visit my sad heart.
Julius Cæsar, Act ii. Sc. I.
With thee conversing I forget all time;
All seasons and their change, all please alike. Childe Harold, Cant. iv.
But neither breath of morn when she ascends With thee, all toils are sweet; each clime hath
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun charms;
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Earth — sea alike - our world within our arms.
Glistering with dew, nor fragrance after showers, The Bride of Abydos.
Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night
Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
All love is sweet, The Gods approve
| Given or returned. Common as light is love, The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul ;
And its familiar voice wearies not ever. A fervent, not ungovernable, love.
Prometheus Unbound, Act ii. Sc. 5.
SHELLEY. Thy transports moderate. • Laodamia.
Love is indestructible:
Its holy flame forever burneth; In his deportment, shape, and mien appeared From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth ; Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive, though a happy place. It soweth here with toil and care, He spake of love, such love as Spirits feel But the harvest-time of Love is there. In worlds whose course is equable and pure; Curse of Kehama, Cant. X.
R. SOUTHEY. No fears to beat away, - no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure. | They sin who tell us Love can die : Laodamla.
WORDSWORTH. | With Life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity. There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. Curse of Kehama, Cant. x.
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar, Make up my sum.
But never doubt I love.
Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2.
When love begins to sicken and decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
Fulius Cæsar, Act iv. Sc. 2.
Sex to the last.
SHAKESPEARE. I Cymon and Iphigenia.
Lightly thou say'st that woman's love is false, / That we can call these delicate creatures ours, The thought is falser far.
And not their appetites ! Bertram.
R. MATURIN. Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3. You say to me-wards your affection 's strong; But, 0, what damned minutes tells he o'er, Pray love me little, so you love me long.
Who dotes, yet doubts ; suspects, yet strongly Love me little, love me long.
loves ! Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3.
SHAKESPEARE. Let those love now who never loved before, Let those who always loved now love the more.
Trifles, light as air, Pervigilium Veneris.
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
With groundless fear he thus his soul deceives :
What phrenzy dictates, jealousy believes. All love may be expelled by other love
J. GAY. As poisons are by poisons. All for Love.
At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs. Frailty, thy name is woman!
Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 2.
SHAKESPEARE. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2.
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,
Palamon and Arcite, Book ii.
Was understood, the injured lover's hell. A little month.
Paradise Lost, Book v.
MILTON. Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2.
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend Framed to make women false.
SHAKESPEARE. To beguile many, and be beguiled by one.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Othello, Act iv. Sc. I.
SHAKESPEARE. Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
The Mourning Bride, Act iii. Sc. 8. W. CONGREVE. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
Who love too much hate in the like extreme. Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 2.
POPE. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
They that do change old love for new, That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Pray gods, they change for worse ! Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
The Arraignment of Paris : Cupid's Curse. G. PEELE. Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 2.
THOMAS KIBBLE HERVEY.
| Love's life is in its own replies, –
To each low beat it beats, LET me not to the marriage of true minds Smiles back the smiles, sighs back the sighs, Admit impediments : love is not love,
And every throb repeats. Which alters when it alteration finds,
Then, since one loving heart still throws Or bends with the remover to remove ;
Two shadows in love's sun, 0, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark,
How should two loving hearts compose
THOU HAST SWORN BY THY GOD, MY cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come;
JEANIE. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
By that pretty white hand o' thine, If this be error, and upon me proved,
And by a' the lowing stars in heaven,
That thou wad aye be mine!
And I hae sworn by my God, my Jeanie,
And by that kind heart o' thine,
That thou shalt aye be mine!
Then foul fa’ the hands that wad loose sic bands, THERE are who say the lover's heart
And the heart that wad part sic luve ! Is in the loved one's merged;
But there's nae hand can loose the band, 0, never by love's own warm art
But the finger o’ God abuve. So cold a plea was urged !
Though the wee, wee cot maun be my bield, No! - hearts that love hath crowned or crossed An' my claithing ne'er sae mean, Love fondly knits together;
I wad lap me up rich i' the faulds o'luve, --But not a thought or hue is lost
Heaven's armfu' o' my Jean ! That made a part of either.
Her white arm wad be a pillow to me,
Fu' safter than the down ; It is an ill-told tale that tells
An' Luve wad winnow owre us his kind, kind Of “hearts by love made one ;”.
wings, He grows who near another's dwells
An' sweetly I'd sleep, an' soun'. More conscious of his own ;
Come here to me, thou lass o' my luve ! In each spring up new thoughts and powers
Come here and kneel wi' me! That, mid love's warm, clear weather,
The morn is fu' o' the presence o' God, Together tend like climbing flowers,
An' I canna pray without thee. And, turning, grow together.
The morn-wind is sweet ’mang the beds o'new
The wee birds sing kindlie an' hie; Such fictions blink love's better part,
Our gudeman leans owre his kail-yard dike, Yield up its half of bliss ;
And a blythe auld bodie is he. The wells are in the neighbor heart
The Book maun be ta’en whan the carle comes When there is thirst in this :
hame, There findeth love the passion-flowers
Wi' the holie psalmodie ; On which it learns to thrive,
And thou maun speak o' me to thy God, Makes honey in another's bowers,
And I will speak o' thee. But brings it home to hive.
ADAM DESCRIBING EVE.
I led her blushing like the morn: all Heaven,
And happy constellations on that hour
Shed their selectest influence; the earth
Joyous the birds ; fresh gales and gentle airs Abstract, as in a trance, methought I saw, Whispered it to the woods, and from their wings Though sleeping, where I lay, and saw the shape Flung rose, flung odors from the spicy shrub, Still glorious before whom awake I stood ; Disporting, till the amorous bird of night Who, stooping, opened my left side, and took Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star From thence a rib, with cordial spirits warm, On his hill-top, to light the bridal lamp. And life-blood streaming fresh ; wide was the wound,
When I approach But suddenly with flesh filled up and healed : Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, The rib he formed and fashioned with his hands; And in herself complete, so well to know Under his forming hands a creature grew, Her own, that what she wills to do or say Manlike, but different sex, so lovely fair, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best ; That what seemed fair in all the world seemed All higher knowledge in her presence falls now
Degraded, wisdom in discourse with her Mean, or in her summed up, in her contained Loses discountenanced, and like folly shows; And in her looks, which from that time infused | Authority and reason on her wait, Sweetness into my heart, unfelt before,
As one intended first, not after made
Greatness of mind and nobleness their seat
About her, as a guard angelic placed.
Those thousand decencies that daily flow
Union of mind, or in us both one soul;
More grateful than harmonious sound to the ear. I, overjoyed, could not forbear aloud :
MILTON. “This turn hath made amends ; thou hast
fulfilled Thy words, Creator bounteous and benign,
TO A LADY BEFORE MARRIAGE. Giver of all things fair, but fairest this Of all thy gifts, nor enviest. I now see 10, FORMED by Nature, and refined by Art, Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, myself With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart ! Before me; Woman is her name, of man By thousands sought, Clotilda, canst thou free Extracted : for this cause he shall forego Thy crowd of captives and descend to me? Father and mother, and to his wife adhere; Content in shades obscure to waste thy life, And they shall be one flesh, one heart, one soul.” | A hidden beauty and a country wife ? She heard me thus, and though divinely 0, listen while thy summers are my theme! brought,
Ah ! soothe thy partner in his waking dream ! Yet innocence and virgin modesty,
In some small hanılet on the lonely plain, Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, Where Thames through meadows rolls his mazy That would be wooed, and not unsought be won, : train, Not obvious, not obtrusive, but retired, Or where high Windsor, thick with greens arThe more desirable ; or, to say all,
rayed, Nature herself, though pure of sinful thought, Waves his old oaks, and spreads his ample shade, Wrought in her so, that, seeing me, she turned ; Fancy has figured out our calm retreat ; I followed her ; she what was honor knew, Already round the visionary seat And with obsequious majesty approved
Our limes begin to shoot, our flowers to spring, My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower The brooks to murmur, and the birds to sing.