LOVE
If you would be loved, love and be lovable.
Benj. Franklin—Poor Richard. (1755)
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| text = <poem>Love, then, hath every bliss in store;
’Tis friendship, and 'tis something more.
Each other every wish they give;
Not to know love is not to live.
Gay—Plutus, Cupid and Time. L. 135.
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I saw and loved.
Gibbon—Autobiographic Memoirs. P. 48.
I love her doubting and anguish;
I love the love she withholds,
I love my love that loveth her,
And anew her being moulds.
R. W. Gilder—The New Day. Pt. III.
Song XV.
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Love, Love, my Love.
The best things are the truest!
When the earth lies shadowy dark below ,
Oh, then the heavens are bluest!
R. W. Gilder—The New Day. Pt. IV.
Song I.
Not from the whole wide world I chose thee,
Sweetheart, light of the land and the sea!
The wide, wide world could not inclose thee,
For thou art the whole wide world to me.
R. W. GilderI seek for one as fair and gay,
But find none to remind me,
How blest the hours pass'd away
With the girl I left behind me.
The Girl I Left Behind Me. (1759)
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| text = <poem>Es ist eine der grossten Himmelsgaben,
So ein lieb' Djng im Arm zu haben.
It is one of Heaven's best gifts to hold such
a dear creature in one's 1 arms.
Goethe—Faust.
Und Lust und Liebe sind die Fittige zu grossen Thaten. ,
Love arid desire are the spirit's wings to
great deeds.
Goethe:—Iphigenia auf Tauris. II. 1.
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In einem Augenblick gewahrt die Liebe
Was Muhe kaum in langer Zeit erreicht.
Love grants in a moment
What toil can hardly achieve in an age.
Goethe—Torquato Tasso. II. 3. 76.
Man liebt an dem Madchen was es ist,
Und an dem Jungling was er ankundigt.
Girls we love for what they are;
Young men for what they promise to be.
Goethe—Die Wahrheit und Dichtung.
14.
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Wenn ich dich lieb habe, was geht's dich an?
If I love you, what business is that of yours?
Goethe—Wilhelm Meister. IV. 9.
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
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| work = The Deserted Village. L. 29.
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Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
And every care resign:
And we shall never, never part,
My life—my all that's mine!
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| work = The Hermit. St. 39.
As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little
now and then, to be sure; but there's no love
lost between us.
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| work = She Stoops to Conquer. Act IV.
L. 255.
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| text = Whoe'er thou art, thy Lord and master see,
Thou wast my Slave, thou art, or thou shalt be.
George Granville
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| work = Inscription for a Figure representing the God of
Love. See Genuine Works. (1732) I. 129.
Version of a Greek couplet from the Greek
Anthology.
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| text = <poem>Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes,
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
Guar—The Bard. I. 3. L. 12.
O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move
The bloom of young Desire and purple light of
love.
Gray—The Progress of Poesy. I. 3. L. 16.
Love is a lock that linketh noble minds,
Faith is the key that shuts the spring of love.
Robert Greene—Alcida. Verses Written under a Carving of Cupid Blowing Bladders
in the Air.
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but Lady Greensleeves?
A new Courtly Sonnet of the Lady Greensleeves,
to the new tune of "Greensleeves," From "A
Handful of Pleasant Delites." (1584)
Che mai
Non v'avere 6 provate, 6 possedute.
Far worse it is
To lose than never to have tasted
Guarini—Pastor Fido.
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| text = <poem>The chemist of love
Will this perishing mould,
Were it made out of mire,
Transmute into gold.
Hapiz—Divan.
ive understands love; it needs no talk.
F. R. Havergal—Royal Commandments.
Loving Allegiance.
What a sweet reverence is that when a young
man deems his mistress a little more than mortal and almost chides himself for longing to
bring her close to his heart.
Hawthorne—The Marble Faun. Vol.11. Ch
XV.
Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.
Hebrews. XII. 6.
