Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing
Ever made by the Hand above—
A woman's heart, and a woman's life,
And a woman's wonderful love?
I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie,
She's as pure as the lily in the dell.
She's as sweet as the heather,
The bonnie, bloomin' heather,
Mary, ma Scotch Blue-bell.
Et c'est dans la premiere flnmme
Qu'est tout le nectar du baiser.
And in that first flame
Is all the nectar of the kiss.
Lebrun—Mes Souvenirs, ou les Deux Rives de
la Seine.
Love leads to present rapture,—then to pain;
But all through Love in time is healed again.
Leland—Sweet Marjoram.
A warrior so bold, and a virgin so bright,
Conversed as they sat on the green.
They gazed on each other with tender delight,
Alonzo the Brave was the name of the knight—
The maiden's the Fair Imogene.
M. G. Lewis—Alamo the Brave and the Fair
Imogene. First appeared in his novel Ambrosio the Monk. Found in his Tales of Wonder. Vol. III. P. 63. Lewis's copy of his
poem is in the British Museum.
Ah, how skillful grows the hand
That obeyeth Love's command!
It is the heart and not the brain
That to the highest doth attain,
And he who followeth Love's behest
Far excelleth all the rest.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Building of the Ship.
Love contending with friendship, and self with
each generous impulse.
To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing.
As in a foundering ship.
| author = Longfellow
| work = ^Courtship of Miles Standish.
Pt.III. L. 7.
Like Dian's kiss, unask'd, unsought,
Love gives itself, but is not bought.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Endymion. St. 4.
Does not all the blood within me
Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee,
As the springs to meet the sunshine.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Hiawatha. Wedding Feast. L.
153.
O, there is nothing holier, in this life of ours,
ian the first consciousness of love,—the first
fluttering of its silken wings.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Hyperion. Bk. III. Ch. VI.
It is difficult to know at what moment love
begins; it is less difficult to know that it has
begun.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Kavanagh. Ch. XXI.
I do not love thee less for what is done,
And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness
Hath brought thee nearer to me, and henceforth
My love will have a sense of pity in it,
Making it less a worship than before.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Masque of Pandora. Pt. VEIL
In the Garden. L. 39.
That was the first sound in the song of love!
Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound.
Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings
Of that mysterious instrument, the soul,
And play the prelude of our fate. We hear
The voice prophetic, and are not alone.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Spanish Student. Act I. Sc. 3.
L. 109.
li
I love thee, as the good love heaven.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Spanish Student. Act I. Sc. 3.
L. 146.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
It serves for food and raiment.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Spanish Student. Act I. Sc. 5.
L.52.
How can I tell the signals and the signs
By which one heart another heart divines?
How can I tell the many thousand ways
By which it keeps the secret it betrays?
| author = Longfellow
| work = Tales of a Wayside Inn. Pt. ILL Student's Tale. Emma and Eginhard.
L. 75.
So they grew, and they grew, to the church
steeple tops
And they couldn't grow up any higher;
So they twin'd themselves into a true lover's
knot,
For all lovers true to admire.
LordLovel. Old Ballad.
History found in Professor Child's English and
Scottish Popular Ballads. II. 204. Also
in The New Comic Minstrel. Pub. by John
Cameron, Glasgow. The original version
seems to be as given there.
Under floods that are deepest,
Which Neptune obey,
Over rocks that are steepest,
Love will find out the way.
Love will find out the way. Ballad in Percy's
Reliques.
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.
jfet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore:—
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more.
Lovelace—To Lucasta, on going to the Wars.
Given erroneously to Montrose by Scott.
