Quotes
Quotes about Love
I saw and loved.
The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground:
'T was therefore said by ancient sages,
That love of life increased with years
So much, that in our latter stages,
When pain grows sharp and sickness rages,
The greatest love of life appears.
Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?
He was all for love, and a little for the bottle.
Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly,
Though winds blew great guns, still he 'd whistle and sing;
Jack loved his friend, and was true to his Molly,
And if honour gives greatness, was great as a king.
But as some muskets so contrive it
As oft to miss the mark they drive at,
And though well aimed at duck or plover,
Bear wide, and kick their owners over.
An oyster may be crossed in love.
Oh, rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.
Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love,
But--why did you kick me down stairs?
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses, O!
From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,
That makes her loved at home, revered abroad:
Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,
"An honest man's the noblest work of God."
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
To see her is to love her,
And love but her forever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And never made anither!
She was good as she was fair,
None--none on earth above her!
As pure in thought as angels are:
To know her was to love her.
Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves,--not dead, but gone before,--
He gathers round him.
She's adorned
Amply that in her husband's eye looks lovely,--
The truest mirror that an honest wife
Can see her beauty in.
Oh, be wiser thou!
Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.
That best portion of a good man's life,--
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.
The sounding cataract
Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colours and their forms, were then to me
An appetite,--a feeling and a love,
That had no need of a remoter charm
By thoughts supplied, nor any interest
Unborrowed from the eye.
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,--
A maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love and thought and joy.
But how can he expect that others should
Build for him, sow for him, and at his call
Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?
Thou has left behind
Powers that will work for thee,--air, earth, and skies!
There's not a breathing of the common wind
That will forget thee; thou hast great allies;
Thy friends are exultations, agonies,
And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
