Love Quotes — page 87

Go, happy rose, and interwove With other flowers, bind my love. Tell her, too, she must not be Longer flowing, longer free, That so oft has fetter'd me.

O hurry to the ragged wood, for there I will drive all those lovers out and cry— O my share of the world, O yellow hair! No one has ever loved but you and I.

The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face, 19 The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,— And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!

If a person's religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless. How different would yours have been, had the chance of birth placed you in Tartary or India!

Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.

He despises me, because he knows I love him.

Our way is where God knows And Love knows where: We are in Love's hand to-day.

And in Life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within.

How is it that the poets have said so many fine things about our first love, so few about our later love? Are their first poems their best? Or are not those the best which come from their fuller thought, their larger experience, their …

First pledge our Queen this solemn night, Then drink to England, every guest; That man's the best Cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.

Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot My soul's full meaning into future years, That they should lend it utterance, and salute Love that endures, from life that disappears!

There are faults which show heart and win hearts, while the virtue in which there is no love, repels.

Is not thilke the mery moneth of May, When love lads masken in fresh aray?

The tribute most high to a head that is royal, Is love from a heart that loves liberty too.

It was a deep true thought which the old painters had, when they drew John as likest to his Lord. Love makes us like.

None ever loved but at first sight they loved.

As the gambler said of his dice, to love and win is the best thing, to love and lose is the next best.

They will then command the respect of both races; whereas now they only shock the taste of the one, and provoke the disgust of the other.

Forward and backward all in one; that is the way she loves to be wooed. She is a woman, remember that.

Yet a man may love a paradox, without losing either his wit or his honesty.

The child has talent, loves music, and needs help. I can't give her money, but I can teach her; so I do, and she is the most promising pupil I have. Help one another, is part of the religion of our sisterhood, Fan.

Oh love! thou bane of the most generous souls! Thou doubtful pleasure! and thou certain pain!

With all, the beautiful things of the earth become more dear as they elude pursuit; but with some natures utter elusion is the one special event which will make a passing love permanent for ever.

We loved, sir — used to meet: How sad and bad and mad it was — But then, how it was sweet!