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It was no fancy, he had named the name
Of love, and at that thought her cheek grew flame
The Troubadour (1825)
They built a temple for the God,
'Twas in a myrtle grove,
Where the bee and the butterfly
Vied for each blossom's love.
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
It was my evil star above,
Not my sweet lute, that wrought me wrong;
It was not song that taught me love,
But it was love that taught me song.
The Improvisatrice (1824)
Now out upon you, Christmas !
Is this the merry time
When the red hearth blazed, the harper sung,
And the bells rung their glorious chime ? . . .
I Give thee, love, a blooming braid;
I cull'd it at eve's 'witching hour ;
I twin'd it in the moon's sweet shade,
When starlight dew was on each flower.
The Fate of Adelaide (1821)
Love's gifts are like the vein of gold
That intersects earth's darker mould;
The gold is gained, the coin is wrought;
But how much trouble has it brought?
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)
. . . Oh! the heart
Makes its own happiness, perchance the best,
When consecrate to one engrossing love !
Is this the curse that is laid on the earth ?
And must it ever be so,
That there can be nothing of human good
But must from some evil flow ? . . .
He loves not, he loves me, he loves me not,
He loves me, — yes, thou last leaf, yes,
I'll pluck thee not, for that last sweet guess!
" He loves me,”
Well he knows his course has hasted
Through delicious sin,
Borne tumultuously along.
Never have the stars above
Chronicled such utter love.
I saw an aged woman turn
To her wretched home again —
All day she had asked charity,
And all day asked in vain. . . .