470 LOVE
Du bist wie eine Blume, so hold, so schon und rein;
Ich shau' dich an und Wehmut schleicht mir ins Herz hinein.
Oh fair, oh sweet and holy as dew at morning tide,
I gaze on thee, and yearnings, sad in my bosom hide.
Heine—Du bist wie eine Blume.
Es ist eine alte Geschichte,
Doch bleibt sie immer neu.
It is an ancient story
Yet is it ever new.
Heine—Lyrisches Intermezzo. 39.
And once again we plighted our troth,
And titter'd, caress'd, kiss'd so dearly.
Heine—Youthful Sorrows. No. 57. St. 2.
Alas! for love, if thou art all,
And nought beyond, O earth.
Felicia D. Hemans—The Graves of a Household.
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| text = Open your heart and take us in,
Love—love and me.
W. E. Henley—Rhymes and Rhythms. V.
Love your neighbor, yet pull not down your hedge.
| author = Herbert
| work = Jacula Prudentum.
No, not Jove
Himselfe, at one time, can be wise and love.
You say to me-wards your affection's strong;
Pray love me little, so you love me long.
| author = Herrick
| work = Love me Little, Love me Long.
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| text = <poem>There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.
Ascribed to Herrick in the Scottish Student's
Song-Book. Found on back of leaf 53 of
Popish Kingdome or reigne of Antichrist, in
Latin verse by Thomas Naogeorgus, and
Englished by Barnabe Googe. Printed
1570. See Notes and Queries. S. DC. X.
427. Lines from Elizabethan Song-books.
Bullen. P. 31. Reprinted from Thomas
Ford's Music of Sundry Kinds. (1607)
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| text = <poem>Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be:
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee,
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free
As in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I'll give to thee.
They do not love that do not show their love.
Heywood—Proverbs. Pt. II. Ch. IX.
Let never man be bold enough to say,
Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray:
The first crime, past, compels us into more,
And guilt grows fate, that was but choice, before.
Aaron Hill—Athelwold. Act V. Sc. The Garden.
To love is to know the sacrifices which eternity
exacts from life.
John Oliver Hobbes—School for Saints.
Ch. XXV.
O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his biziness!
Hogg—Love is like a Dizziness. L. 9.
Cupid "the little greatest enemy."
Holmes—Professor at the Breakfast Table.
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| text = <poem>Soft is the breath of a maiden's Yes :
Not the light gossamer stirs with less;
But never a cable that holds so fast
Through all the battles of wave and blast.
Holmes—Songs of Many Seasons. Dorothy.
H. St. 7.
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.
Homer—Odyssey. Bk. XV. L. 79
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For love deceives the best of woman kind.
Homer—Odyssey. Bk. XV. L. 463
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Si sine amore, jocisque
Nil est jucundum, vivas in amore jocisque.
If nothing is delightful without love and
jokes, then live in love and jokes.
I. 6. 65.
What's our baggage? Only vows,
Happiness, and all our care.
And the flower that sweetly snows
Nestling lightly in your hair.
Victor Hugo—Eviradnus. XI.
If you become a Nun ; dear,
The bishop Love will be;
The Cupids every one, dear!
Will chant—'We trust in thee!'
Leigh Hunt—The Nun.
From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love
To long for, pureness to desire, a mount
Of consecration it were good to scale.
Jean Ingelow—A Parson's Letter to a Young
Poet. Pt. II. L. 55.
That divine swoon.
Ingersoll—Orthodoxy. Works. Vol. II- P. 420.
But great loves, to the last, have pulses red;
All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
| author = Helen Hunt Jackson
| work = Dropped Dead.
