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But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.
Irish Melodies (1807)
I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart,
I but know that I love thee whatever thou art.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,
The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
What though youth gave love and roses,
Age still leaves us friends and wine.
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god when he sets
The same look which she turn'd when he rose.
Irish Melodies (1807)
Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.
Lalla Rookh (1817)
The tribute most high to a head that is royal,
Is love from a heart that loves liberty too.
Irish Melodies (1807)
A friendship that like love is warm;
A love like friendship, steady.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
And the world's so rich in resplendent eyes,
'Twere a pity to limit one's love to a pair.
Yes, loving is a painful thrill,
And not to love more painful still;
But oh, it is the worst of pain,
To love and not be lov'd again.
Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they,
But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.
Irish Melodies (1807)
To sigh, yet feel no pain;
To weep, yet scarce know why;
To sport an hour with Beauty's chain,
Then throw it idly by.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
If I speak to thee in friendship's name,
Thou think'st I speak too coldly;
If I mention love's devoted flame,
Thou say'st I speak too boldly.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
When twilight dews are falling soft
Upon the rosy sea, love,
I watch the star whose beam so oft
Has lighted me to thee, love.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
To weave a garland for the rose,
And think thus crown'd 'twould lovelier be,
Were far less vain than to suppose
That silks and gems add grace to thee.
Not more the rose, the queen of flowers,
Outblushes all the bloom of bower,
Than she unrivall'd grace discloses;
The sweetest rose, where all are roses.
'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove
We are sure to find something blissful and dear;
And that when we 're far from the lips we love,
We've but to make love to the lips we are near.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)
A boat at midnight sent alone
To drift upon the moonless sea,
A lute, whose leading chord is gone,
A wounded bird, that hath but one
Imperfect wing to soar upon,
Are like what I am, without thee.
"Tell me, what's Love;" said Youth, one day,
To drooping Age, who crost his way.—
"It is a sunny hour of play;
For which repentance dear doth pay;
Repentance! Repentance!
And this is Love, as wise men say."
Die when you will, you need not wear
At heaven's Court a form more fair
Than Beauty here on Earth has given:
Keep but the lovely looks we see
The voice we hear, and you will be
An angel ready-made for heaven.