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LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE.
Her attachment may differ from yours in degree,
Provided they are both of one kind; But Friendship how tender so ever it be
Gives no accord to Love, however refin'd.
Love, that meets not with Love, its true nature
revealing, Grows asham'd of itself, and demurs: If you cannot lift hers up to your state of feeling,
You must lower down your state to hers.
I ASKED my fair, one happy day,
By what sweet name from Rome or Greece;
Arethusa or Lucrece.
“ Ah!” replied my gentle fair,
Choose thou whatever suits the line;
Only, only call me thine."
WHERE true Love burns, Desire is Love's pure
- O Fair is Love's first hope to gentle mind!
As Eve's first star thro' fleecy cloudlet peeping;
NOT AT HOME.
That Jealousy may rule a mind
Where Love could never be
Love without Jealousy.
She has a strange cast in her e'e,
A swart sour-visaged maid-
His house-mate and his shade.
Ask for her and she'll be denied :
What then ? they only mean
And can't just then be seen.
TO A LADY,
OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT
WOMEN HAVE NO SOULS.
Nay, dearest Anna! why so grave ?
I said, you had no soul, 'tis true! For what you are, you cannot have :
'Tis I, that have one since I first bad you!
WHY LOVE IS BLIND.
I HAVE heard of reasons manifold
Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold
His eyes are in his mind.
What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;
He seeth with the heart.
SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS.
OB. ANNO DOM. 1088.
No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope
REFLECTION ON THE ABOVE.
Lynx amid moles! had I stood by thy bed,
Fear haply told thee, was a learned strife,
Ye, who secure 'mid trophies not your own,
And proudly talk of recreant Berengare-
how dark ! congenial minds how rare!
The ascending day-star with a bolder eye
SANCTI DOMINICI PALLIUM;
FOUND WRITTEN ON THE BLAXK LEAF AT THE BEGINNING OF
BUTLER'S BOOK OF THE CHURCH.
I note the moods and feelings men betray,