In your arms was still delight,
Quiet as a street at night;
And thoughts of you, I do remember,
Were green leaves in a darkened chamber,
Were dark clouds in a moonless sky.
There is musick, even in the beauty and the
silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than
the sound of an instrument.
Sir Thomas Browne—Beligio Medici. Pt. II.
Sec. IX.
Whoever lives true life, will love true love.
E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh. Bk. I. L.
1096.
I would not be a rose upon the wall
A queen might stop at, near the palace-door,
To say to a courtier, "Pluck that rose for me,
It's prettier than the rest." O Romney Leigh!
I'd rather far be trodden by his foot,
Than lie in a great queen's bosom.
E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh. Bk. IV.
s But I love you, sir:
And when a woman says she loves a man,
The man must hear her, though he love her not.
E. B. Browning—Aurora Leigh. Bk. IX.
For none can express thee, though all should
approve thee.
I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee.
E. B. Browning—Insufficiency.
Behold me! I am worthy
Of thy loving, for I love thee!
E. B. Browning—Lady Geraldine's Courtship.
St. 79.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
E. B. Browning—Sonnets from the Portuguese.
Who can fear
Too many stars, though each in heaven shall
rollToo many flowers, though each shall crown the
year?
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me—toll
The silver iterance!—only minding, Dear,
To love me also in silence, with thy soul.
E. B. Browning—Sonnetsfrom the Portuguese.
Sonnet XXI.
Unless you can feel when the song is done
No other is sweet in its rhythm;
Unless you can feel when left by one
That all men else go with him.
E. B. Browning—Unless.
I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds
All the world's loves in its unworldliness.
Robert Browning—Blot on the 'Scutcheon.
Act II. Sc. 1.
LOVE
Never the time and the place
And the loved one all together.
Robert Browning—Never the Time and the
Place.
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures
Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with,
One to show a woman when he loves her.
Robert Browning—One Word More. St.
XVII.
u Love has no thought of self!
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-Lytton—The Lady of Lyons. Act V.
Sc. 2. L. 23.
Love thou, and if thy love be deep as mine,
Thou wilt not laugh at poets.
Bulwer-Lytton—Richelieu. Act I. Sc. 1.
L. 177.
No matter what you do, if your heart is ever true,
And his heart was true to Poll.
F. C. Burnand—His Heart was true to Poll.
To see her is to love her,
And love but her forever;
For nature made her what she is,
And never made anither!
Bdsns—Bonny Lesley.
| seealso = (See also Rogers; also Halleck under Grave)
| topic = Love
| page = 465
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O. S
Burns—Green Grow the Rashes.
The golden hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my dearie,
For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Burns—Highland Mary.
Oh my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
Oh my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
Burns—Red, Red Rose.
What is life, when wanting love?
Night without a morning;
Love's the cloudless summer sun,
Nature gay adorning.
Burns—Thine am I, my Faithful Pair.
| seealso = (See also Campbell)
| topic = Love
| page = 465
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>And this is that Homer's golden chain, which S
reacheth down from heaven to earth, by which
every creature is annexed, and depends on his
Creator.
| author = Burton
| work = Anatomy of Melancholy.
| place = Pt. III.
Sec. 1. Memb. 1. Subsec. 7.
| seealso = (See also Spenser; also Homer under
Influence)
| topic = Love
| page = 465
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or
hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.
| author = Burton
| work = Anatomy of Melancholy.
| place = Pt. III.
Sec. 2. Memb. 1. Subsec. 2.
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