Quotes
Quotes about Love
I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon;
To whom the better elements
And kindly stars have given
A form so fair, that, like the air,
'T is less of earth than heaven.
Look out upon the stars, my love,
And shame them with thine eyes.
When, like the rising day,
Eileen aroon!
Love sends his early ray,
Eileen aroon!
What makes his dawning glow
Changeless through joy and woe?
Only the constant know!--
Eileen aroon!
Give me to live with Love alone
And let the world go dine and dress;
For Love hath lowly haunts....
If life's a flower, I choose my own--
'T is "love in Idleness."
Love not the flower they pluck and know it not,
And all their botany is Latin names.
And every man, in love or pride,
Of his fate is ever wide.
Though love repine, and reason chafe,
There came a voice without reply,--
"'T is man's perdition to be safe
When for the truth he ought to die."
The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.
All mankind love a lover.
A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea outweighs;
The world uncertain comes and goes,
The lover rooted stays.
A love that took an early root,
And had an early doom.
Sparkling and bright in liquid light
Does the wine our goblets gleam in;
With hue as red as the rosy bed
Which a bee would choose to dream in.
Then fill to-night, with hearts as light
To loves as gay and fleeting
As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim
And break on the lips while meeting.
The land is holy where they fought
And holy where they fell;
For by their blood that land was bought,
The land they loved so well.
I have heard the mavis singing
Its love-song to the morn;
I 've seen the dew-drop clinging
To the rose just newly born.
We have lived and loved together
Through many changing years;
We have shared each other's gladness,
And wept each other's tears.
The corn was springing fresh and green,
And the lark sang loud and high,
And the red was on your lip, Mary,
And the love-light in your eye.
I'm very lonely now, Mary,
For the poor make no new friends;
But oh they love the better still
The few our Father sends!
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books.
Something the heart must have to cherish,
Must love and joy and sorrow learn;
Something with passion clasp, or perish
And in itself to ashes burn.
I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.
All hearts confess the saints elect,
Who, twain in faith, in love agree,
And melt not in an acid sect
The Christian pearl of charity!
Life is ever lord of Death
And Love can never lose its own.
'T is said that absence conquers love;
But oh believe it not!
I've tried, alas! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.
Love not! love not! ye hopeless sons of clay;
Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers--
Things that are made to fade and fall away,
Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours.
