43. Had sigh'd to many, tho' he lov'd but one, And that lov'd one, alas! could not be his. 44. Few BYRON'S Childe Harold. none find what they love, or could have lov'd, Tho' accident, blind contact, and the strong Necessity of loving, have remov'd Antipathies. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 45. But sweeter far than this, than these, than all, Is first and passionate love-it stands alone, BYRON'S Don Juan. 46. Alas! the love of woman ! — it is known For all of theirs upon that die is thrown, BYRON'S Don Juan. 47. Man's love is of man's life a thing apart 'Tis woman's whole existence. 48. For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs, BYRON'S Don Juan. Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter: And then God knows what mischief may arise, When love links two young people in one fetter. BYRON'S Beppo. 49. But they were young; Oh! what, without our youth, Would love be? what would youth be without love? Youth lends it joy and sweetness, vigour, truth, Heart, soul, and all that seems as from above. But, languishing with years, it grows uncouth, One of those things experience don't improve. BYRON'S Beppo. 50. Why did she love him? Curious fool, be still: Is human love the growth of human will? BYRON'S Lara. 376 51. LOVE. A love still all unquench'd, BYRON'S Lament of Tasso. 52. Yes, it was love, if thoughts of tenderness 53. There are ten thousand tones and signs, We hear and see, but none defines Involuntary sparks of thought, BYRON'S Corsair. Which strike from out the heart o'erwrought, And form a strange intelligence, Alike mysterious and intense Which link the burning chain that binds, We know not how, the absorbing fire. 54. And all our dreams of better life above, But close in one eternal gush of love. BYRON'S Mazeppa. BYRON'S Island. 55. Oh! what was love made for, if 't is not the same Through joy and through sorrow-through glory and shame ? 56. The bee thro' many a garden roves, And hums the lay of courtship o'er, But, when he finds the flower he loves, MOORE. MOORE. 57. Oh nature! though blessed and bright are thy rays, 58. Love was, to his impassion'd soul, Not, as with others, a mere part Of his existence, but the whole, 59. To feel that we adore MOORE. MOORE's Loves of the Angels. That, tho' the heart would burst with more, We could not live with less. MOORE. 60. Oh! there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Moore. 61. O, that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot, Which first love trac'd; Still it, lingering, haunts the greenest spot In memory's waste. 62. Tell him, for years I never nurs'd a thought - Moore. BULWER'S Lady of Lyons. 63. Love buys not with the ruthless usurer's gold BULWER'S Lady of Lyons. 65. Dear art thou to me now as in that hour, When first love's wave of feeling, spray-like, broke - BAILEY'S Festus. 66. Lo! all the elements of love are here - BAILEY'S Festus. 67. Love?—I will tell thee what it is to love:- The immortal glory which hath never set; The best, the brightest boon the heart e'er knew- .... CHARLES SWAIN. 68. Friendship's young bloom may pass away, As dreams depart the sleeper's mind; The hopes of life's maturer day May fade, and leave no trace behind. That fairest bud of spring's bright years; 69. Like the lone bird that flutters her pinion, I have struggled to fly thy dominion, GEORGE P. MORRIS. 70. Oh, sigh not for love, if you wish not to know Every torment that waits on us mortals below;— 71. No, thou wert not my first love, I'd lov'd before we met, And learn'd to shed the bitter tear Of anguish and regret. 72. Love! thou art not a king alone, Both slave and king thou art! MISS L. E. LANDON. Who seeks to sway must stoop to own The New Timon. 73. Our very wretchedness grows dear to us, When suffering for one we love. 71. 75. The New Timon. So gaze met gaze, And heart saw heart, translucid through the rays. Atom to atom, star to star can draw, And heart to heart! Swift darts, as from the sun, The strong attraction, and the charm is done! To say he lov'd, The New Timon. Was to affirm what oft his eye avouch'd, J. SHERIDAN KNOWLES. 76. Love is a star, whose gentle ray Saturday Courier. |