57. Oh nature! though blessed and bright are thy rays, 58. Love was, to his impassion'd soul, Not, as with others, a mere part Of his existence, but the whole, 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 MOORE. BULWER'S Lady of Lyons. 63. Love buys not with the ruthless usurer's gold BULWER'S Lady of Lyons. 65. Dear art thou to me now as in that hour, When first love's wave of feeling, spray-like, broke BAILEY'S Festus. 66. Lo! all the elements of love are here — 67. Love? BAILEY'S Festus. I will tell thee what it is to love: It is to build with human thoughts a shrine, The immortal glory which hath never set; The best, the brightest boon the heart e'er knew - CHARLES SWAIN. ES. Friendship's young bloom may pass away, The hopes of life's maturer day May fade, and leave no trace behind. That fairest bud of spring's bright years; 69. Like the lone bird that flutters her pinion, I have struggled to fly thy dominion, GEORGE P. MORRIS. 70. Oh, sigh not for love, if you wish not to know 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. MISS L. E. LANDON. 72. Love! thou art not a king alone, 73. Our wretchedness very 74. 75. grows The New Timon. dear to us, The New Timon. When suffering for one we love. So gaze met gaze, And heart saw heart, translucid through the rays. 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, 76. Love is a star, whose gentle ray J. SHERIDAN KNOWLES. Beams constant o'er our lonely way; Saturday Courier. 77. Oh! would that love were ever still the same Unchang'd, unbiass'd, constant and sincere ; DAWES' Geraldine. 78. Love not, love not—the thing you love may change, 79. Ere yet my boyhood's years had flown, On bolder wings wrapt Fancy soar'd, MRS. NORTON. To make that bright and blissful sphere mine own. 80. I dare not linger near thee, as a brother, FRY'S Leonora. I feel my burning heart would still be thine; How could I hope my passionate thoughts to smother, Which should be mine! MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. 81. For love, at first, is but a dreamy thing, 82. Love drew your image on "my heart of hearts," MRS. OSGOOD. 83. Sincere! When day and night fail to succeed When the stars shall all fall, and the earth cease to move- 84. That love is sordid which doth need Gold's filthy dust its fires to feed: That acts a higher, nobler part, Which comes, unfetter'd, from the heart. J. T. WATSON. J. T. WATSON. LUST. 1. Call it not Love, for love to heaven is fled, SHAKSPEARE. 2. Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, SHAKSPEARE. 3. But Beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree MILTON'S Comus. |