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43. Had sigh'd to many, tho' he lov'd but one, And that lov'd one, alas! could not be his.

44. Few

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BYRON'S Childe Harold.

none find what they love, or could have lov'd, Tho' accident, blind contact, and the strong Necessity of loving, have remov'd

Antipathies.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

45. But sweeter far than this, than these, than all,

Is first and passionate love-it stands alone,
Like Adam's recollection of his fall.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

46. Alas! the love of woman ! — it is known
To be a lovely and a fearful thing;

For all of theirs upon that die is thrown,
And, if 't is lost, life hath no more to bring
To them, but mockeries of the past alone.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

47. Man's love is of man's life a thing apart 'Tis woman's whole existence.

48. For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs,

BYRON'S Don Juan.

Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter: And then God knows what mischief may arise, When love links two young people in one fetter. BYRON'S Beppo. 49. But they were young; Oh! what, without our youth, Would love be? what would youth be without love? Youth lends it joy and sweetness, vigour, truth, Heart, soul, and all that seems as from above. But, languishing with years, it grows uncouth, One of those things experience don't improve.

BYRON'S Beppo.

50. Why did she love him? Curious fool, be still: Is human love the growth of human will?

BYRON'S Lara.

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51.

LOVE.

A love still all unquench'd,
Dwelling deep in my shut and silent heart,
As dwells the gather'd lightning in its cloud,
Encompass'd in its dark and rolling shroud,
Till struck-forth flies the all ethereal dart.

BYRON'S Lament of Tasso.

52. Yes, it was love, if thoughts of tenderness
Tried in temptation, strongest by distress,
Unmov'd by absence, firm in every clime,
And yet, O! more than all!-untir'd by time;
Which nought remov'd, nor menac'd to remove
If there be love in mortals, this was love.

53. There are ten thousand tones and signs, We hear and see, but none defines Involuntary sparks of thought,

BYRON'S Corsair.

Which strike from out the heart o'erwrought,

And form a strange intelligence,

Alike mysterious and intense

Which link the burning chain that binds,
Without their will, young hearts and minds;
Conveying, as the electric wire,

We know not how, the absorbing fire.

54. And all our dreams of better life above,

But close in one eternal gush of love.

BYRON'S Mazeppa.

BYRON'S Island.

55. Oh! what was love made for, if 't is not the same

Through joy and through sorrow-through glory and shame ?

56. The bee thro' many a garden roves,

And hums the lay of courtship o'er,

But, when he finds the flower he loves,
He settles there, and hums no more.

MOORE.

MOORE.

57. Oh nature! though blessed and bright are thy rays,
O'er the brow of creation enchantingly thrown,
Yet faint are they all to the lustre that plays
In a smile from the heart that is dearly our own!

58. Love was, to his impassion'd soul,

Not, as with others, a mere part

Of his existence, but the whole,
The very life-breath of his heart!

59. To feel that we adore
To such refin'd excess,

MOORE.

MOORE's Loves of the Angels.

That, tho' the heart would burst with more,

We could not live with less.

MOORE.

60. Oh! there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.

Moore.

61. O, that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot, Which first love trac'd;

Still it, lingering, haunts the greenest spot

In memory's waste.

62. Tell him, for years I never nurs'd a thought
That was not his; that on his wandering way,
Daily and nightly, pour'd a mourner's prayer.
Tell him, even now that I would rather share
His lowliest lot-walk by his side, an outcast
Work for him, beg with him—live upon the light
Of one kind smile from him, than wear a crown.

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Moore.

BULWER'S Lady of Lyons.

63. Love buys not with the ruthless usurer's gold
The loathsome prostitution of a hand
Without a heart. Love sacrifices all things
To bless the thing it loves.

BULWER'S Lady of Lyons.

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65. Dear art thou to me now as in that hour,

When first love's wave of feeling, spray-like, broke
Into bright utterance, and we said we lov'd!

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BAILEY'S Festus.

66. Lo! all the elements of love are here -
The burning blush, the smile, the sigh, the tear.

BAILEY'S Festus.

67. Love?—I will tell thee what it is to love:-
It is to build with human thoughts a shrine,
Where Hope sits brooding like a beauteous dove-
Where time seems young, and life a thing divine; . . .
Yes, this is love-the steadfast and the true,

The immortal glory which hath never set;

The best, the brightest boon the heart e'er knew-
Of all life's sweets, the very sweetest yet!

....

CHARLES SWAIN.

68. Friendship's young bloom may pass away, As dreams depart the sleeper's mind;

The hopes of life's maturer day

May fade, and leave no trace behind.
But early love can never die

That fairest bud of spring's bright years;
"T will still look green in memory,
When time all other feeling sears.

69. Like the lone bird that flutters her pinion,
And warbles in bondage her strain,

I have struggled to fly thy dominion,
But find that the struggle is vain.

GEORGE P. MORRIS.

70. Oh, sigh not for love, if you wish not to know

Every torment that waits on us mortals below;—
If you fain would avoid all the dangers and snares
That attend human life, and escape all its cares.

71. No, thou wert not my first love,

I'd lov'd before we met,

And learn'd to shed the bitter tear

Of anguish and regret.

72. Love! thou art not a king alone, Both slave and king thou art!

MISS L. E. LANDON.

Who seeks to sway must stoop to own
The kingdom of the heart.

The New Timon.

73. Our very wretchedness grows dear to us, When suffering for one we love.

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75.

The New Timon.

So gaze met gaze,

And heart saw heart, translucid through the rays.
One same, harmonious, universal law,

Atom to atom, star to star can draw,

And heart to heart! Swift darts, as from the sun,

The strong attraction, and the charm is done!

To say he lov'd,

The New Timon.

Was to affirm what oft his eye avouch'd,
What many an action testified; and yet,
What wanted confirmation of his tongue.

J. SHERIDAN KNOWLES.

76. Love is a star, whose gentle ray
Beams constant o'er our lonely way;
Love is a gem, whose pearly light
Of charms us in the darkest night.

Saturday Courier.

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