Love in Epigram: Sapient Guesses and Foolish Conceits about the Tender Passion

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A.C. McClurg & Company, 1898 - 248 Seiten

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Seite 116 - You may observe that amongst all the great and worthy persons (whereof the memory remaineth, either ancient or recent) there is not one that hath been transported to the mad degree of love: which shows that great spirits and great business do keep out this weak passion.
Seite 116 - It is a strange thing to note the excess of this passion ; and how it braves the nature and value of things by this, that the speaking in a perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but in love. Neither is it merely in the phrase ; for whereas it hath been well said, that the arch flatterer, with whom all the petty flatterers have intelligence, is a man's self; certainly the lover is more.
Seite 26 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Seite 98 - I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Seite 54 - You lie down to your shady slumber And wake with a bug in your ear, And your damsel that walks in the morning Is shod like a mountaineer. True love is at home on a carpet, And mightily likes his ease; — And true love has an eye for a dinner, And starves beneath shady trees.
Seite 56 - Yet further may relent : for mightier far Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though oft to agony distrest, And though his favourite seat be feeble woman's breast. But if thou goest, I follow...
Seite 29 - LOVE me little, love me long, la the burden of my song, Love that is too hot and strong, Burneth soon to waste: Still I would not have thee cold, Not too backward or too bold, Love that lasteth till 'tis old, Fadeth not in haste. Love me little, love me long, Is the burden of my song.
Seite 190 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed ; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen ; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Seite 219 - I cannot tell how long it was before a species of dream or vision came over me. Two beautiful youths appeared beside me; each was winged; but the wings were hanging down, and seemed ill adapted to flight. One of them, whose voice was the softest I ever heard, looking at me frequently, said to the other: 'He is under my guardianship for the present: do not awaken him with that feather.
Seite 123 - God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.

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