LOVE. with taste; the delicate with delicacy; the fervent and eager with high impellant strength, and burning completeness and abandonment. There is love which once aroused-called to the surface from its tender fountain, and boiling up from its placid depths, becomes like the torrent sweeping on in impetuosity, rising up against and surmounting with fury all the petty obstacles and small interruptions which envy and cautious policy, the coldness or worldliness of man, seek to interpose to it. Love is such a giant power that it seems to gather strength from obstruction, and at every difficulty rises to higher might. It is all dominant all conquering; a great leveller which can bring down to its own universal line of equalization the proudest heights, and remove the stubbornest impediments. There is no hope of resisting it, for it outwatches watchsubmerges everything, acquiring strength as it proceeds; ever growing, nay, growing out of itself. Newton. LOVE-Demands of. Love requires not so much proofs, as expressions, of love. Love demands little else than the power to feel and to requite love. Richter. LOVE-Despair of. It were all one, That I should love a bright partic'lar star, And think to wed it, he is so above me: In his bright radiance and collateral light Must I be comforted, not in his sphere. Th' ambition in my love thus plagues itself: The hind, that would be mated by the lion, Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague, To see him ev'ry hour; to sit and draw His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, In our heart's table; heart, too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour: But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics. LOVE-Difficulties of. Shakspeare. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, The course of true love never did run smooth. LOVE-Disappointed. That I should thus be happy too; Thy husband's blest, and 'twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot: But let them pass,-oh! how my heart Would hate him, if he loved thee not! LOVE. When late I saw thy favourite child, I thought my jealous heart would break; I kiss'd it, and repress'd my sighs, Mary, adieu! I must away, I My heart would soon again be thine. deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride, Had quench'd at length my boyish flame; Nor knew, till seated by thy side, My heart. in all, save hope, the same. Yet was I calm: I knew the time I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there; One only feeling couldst thou trace,The sullen calmness of despair. Away! away! my early dream, Remembrance never must awake: Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream? My foolish heart be still, or break. Byrom Of all the agonies in life, that which is most poignant and harrowing; that which for the time annihilates reason, and leaves our whole organization one lacerated, mangled heart, is the conviction that we have been de ceived where we placed all the trust of love. Bulwer Lytton. LOVE to the Disobliging. LOVE-Divinity of Love is a god Ibid. Strong, free, unbounded, and as some define, Fears nothing, pitieth none. LOVE-Emblems of. Mason. Love's heralds should be thoughts Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over low'ring hills: Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw Love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings Shakspeare. Oh! wisest of the wise is he And that the poor and that the low For some green valley as its quiet home. L. E. Landon. It is not love that steals the heart from love; Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Its petrifying selfishness, its pride, LOVE-founded on Esteem. She that would raise a noble love, must find Than all the crooked subtleties of art. LOVE-Excess of. Caroline Bowles. I knew 'twere madness to declare this truth, Art thou not dearer to my eyes than light! LOVE-Expansibility of. Young. Love one human being purely and warmly, and you will love all. The heart in this heaven, like the wandering sun, sees nothing, Tennyson. from the dewdrop to the ocean, but a mirror which it warms and fills. Richter. There is in man's nature a secret inclination and motion towards the love of others, which, if it be not spent upon one or a few, doth naturally spread itself towards many, and maketh men become humane and charitable. Bacon. LOVE-Faithful. Farewell, Lorenzo, Whom my soul doth love. If you ever marry, May you meet a good wife,—so good, that you May not suspect her, nor may she be worthy Of your suspicion ;—and if you hear, hereafter, That I am dead, inquire but my last words, And you shall know that to the last I loved you; And when you walk forth, with your second choice, Into the pleasant fields, and by chance talk of LOVE-Heart formed for. Love can hope where reason would despair. Lyttleton. LOVE-Hour of. Why does the evening, does the night, put warmer love in our hearts? Is it the nightly pressure of helplessness? or is it the exalting separation from the turmoils of life, that veiling of the world in which for the soul nothing then remains but souls?-is it, therefore, that the letters in which the loved name stands written on our spirit, appear like phosphorous writing by night, on fire, while by day, in their cloudy traces, they but smoke? Richter. I dreamed that love Should steal upon the heart, like summer dawn On the awakening world, soft, gradual; Cowper. First hailed and welcomed by the mountainpeaks, Come, gentle night; come, loving, blackbrow'd night, Give me my Romco; and, when he shall die, The loftiest aspirations of the soul; Then, slowly spreading downward o'er the slopes Of intellectual intercourse, so flood The sacred lowe o' weel-placed love, But never tempt th' illicit rove, Though naething should divulge it; In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Its holy flame for ever burneth ; Then hath in heaven its perfect rest. LOVE-Indications of. Southey. By love's delightful influence the attack of ill-humour is resisted, the violence of our passions abated, the bitter cup of affliction sweetened, all the injuries of the world alleviated, and the sweetest flowers plentifully strewed along the most thorny paths of life. Zimmerman. LOVE-Engobling Influence of. Spenser. In loving, thou dost well; in passion, not; Wherein true love consists not. Love refines The thoughts and heart enlarges; hath its seat In reason, and is judicious; is the scale By which to heavenly love thou mayst ascend ; Not sunk in carnal pleasure; for which cause, Among the beasts no mate for thee was found. Milton. Love is the purification of the heart from self; it strengthens and ennobles the character, gives a higher motive and a nobler aim to every action of life, and makes both man and woman strong, noble, and courageous; and the power to love truly and devotedly is the noblest gift with which a human being can be endowed; but it is a sacred fire that must not be burnt to idols. Miss Jewsbury. LOVE-Transforming Influence of. O, how beautiful it is to love! Even thou that sneerest and laughest in cold indifference or scorn if others are near thee,-thou, too, must acknowledge its truth when thou art alone, and confess that a foolish world is prone to laugh in public at what in private it reveres as one of the highest impulses of our nature; namely, love. Longfellow. Life without love's a load, and time stands still; LOVE-a Second Life. Love is not to be reason'd down or lost LOVE-Lowliness of. It is not in the mountains Nor the palaces of pride, That love will fold his wings up But in meek and humble natures As the lark that sings in heaven, LOVE-Marrying for. Addison. Blanchard. LOVE. shout of his childhood, the opening promíse of his youth; and she can never be brought to think him all unworthy. Washington Irving. The tie which links mother and child is of such pure and immaculate strength, as to be never violated, except by those whose feelings are withered by vitiated society. Holy, simple, and beautiful in its construction, it is the emblem of all we can imagine of fidelity and truth; is the blessed tie whose value we feel in the cradle, and whose loss we lament on the verge of the very grave, where our mother moulders in dust and ashes. In all our trials, amid all our afflictions, she is still by our side: if we sin, she reproves more in sorrow than in anger; nor can she tear us from her bosom, nor forget we are her child. Ibid. There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son, that transcends all other affections of the heart. It is neither to be chilled by selfishness, nor daunted by danger, nor weakened by worthlessness, nor stifled by ingratitude. She will sacrifice every comfort to his convenience; she will surrender every pleasure to his enjoyment; she will glory in his fame, and exult in his prosperity; and if adversity overtake him, he will be the dearer to her by misfortune; and if disgrace settle upon his name, she will still love and cherish she will be all the world to him. Never marry but for love; but see that thou him; and if all the world beside cast him off, lovest what is lovely. Penn. When all else pass away; Marchioness de Spadara. The love of a mother is never exhausted, it never changes, it never tires. A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute, in the face of the world's condemnation, a mother still loves on, and still hopes that her child may turn from his evil ways, and repent; still she remembers the infant smiles that once filled her bosom with rapture, the merry laugh, the joyful Ibid. Observe how soon, and to what a degree, this influence begins to operate! Her first ministration for her infant is to enter, as it were, the valley of the shadow of death, and win its life at the peril of her own! How different must an affection thus founded be from all others! As if to deepen its power, a season of languor ensues, when she is comparatively alone with her infant, and with Him who gave it, cultivating an acquaintance with a new being, and through a new channel, with the greatest of all beings. Is she not also her self an image of His goodness, while she cherishes in her bosom the young life that He laid there? A love, whose root is in death, whose fruit must be in eternity, has taken pos session of her. No wonder that its effects are obvious and great. Mrs. Sigourney. |