LOVE-Ilicit. Nuptial love maketh mankind, friendly love perfecteth it; but wanton love corrupteth and embaseth it. Bacon. LOVE-Immortality of. Solid love, whose root is virtue, can no more die than virtue itself. Erasmus. They sin who tell us love can die; In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth. Then hath in heaven its perfect rest. It soweth here with toil and care, 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 stroug, 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 Longfellow. But the harvest-time of love is there. Southey. nature; namely, love. By love's delightful influence the attack of El-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. Good love, howe'er ill-placed Is better for a man's soul in the end LOVE-Inspiration of. Love various minds does variously inspire: LOVE-Intenseness of Love is the great instrument of nature, the bond and cement of society, the spirit and spring of the universe. Love is such an affection as cannot so properly be said to be in the soul, as the soul to be in that; it is the whole man wrapt up into one desire. South. LOVE-Joys of. Keen are the pangs Of hapless love and passion unapproved; | Reciprocally breathed confirm the tie, LOVE-Marrying for. Addison. Blanchard. LOVE. shout of his childhood, the opening promise 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 stil 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. Did. 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 Never marry but for love; but see that thou him; and if all the world beside cast him off. lovest what is lovely. LOVE-Maternal. A mother's love! If there be one thing pure, Where all beside is sullied; That can endure, 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 she will be all the world to him. 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, & season of languor ensues, when she is comparatively alone with her infant, and with Hin 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 possession of her. No wonder that its effects are obvious and great. Mrs. Sigourney. O lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! My life, my joy, my food, my all the word! My widow-comfort, and my sorrow's cure! Shakspeare. LOVE-Maternal. There is in all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart. It is but pride wherewith, To his fair eye the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Aye, on the babe he looks, The bright glad creature springing in his path, But as the heir of his great name, --the young And stately tree, whose rising strength ere long Shall bear his trophies well. And this is love! This is man's love! What marvel? you ne'er made Your breast the pillow of his infancy; While to the fulness of your heart's glad heavings, His fair cheek rose and fell, and his bright hair Wared softly to your breath! You ne'er kept watch Beside him till the last pale star had set, And morn, all dazzling, as in triumph, broke On your dim weary eye; not yours the face Which early faded through fond care for him, Hung o'er his sleep, and duly as heaven's light, Was there to greet his wakening! You ne'er smoothed His couch, ne'er sung him to his rosy rest, | Caught his least whisper, when his voice from LOVE-Omnipresence of. Love is omnipresent in nature as motive and reward. Love is our highest word, and the synonyme of God. Every promise of the soul has innumerable fulfilments; each of its joys ripens into a new want. Nature, uncontainable, flowing, forelooking, in the first sentiment of kindness, anticipates already a benevolence which shall lose all particular regards in its general light. The introduction to this felicity is in a private and tender relation of one to one, which is the enchantment of human life; which, like a certain divine rage and enthusiasm, seizes on man at one period, and works a revolution in his mind and body; unites him to his race, pledges him to the domestic and civil relations, carries him with new sympathy into nature, enhances the power of the senses, opens the imagination, adds to his character heroic and sacred attributes, establishes marriage, and gives permanence to human society. LOVE at Parting. Emerson. The consciousness of being loved softens the keenest pang, even at the moment of parting; yea, even the eternal farewell is robbed of half of its bitterness, when uttered in accents that Addison. breathe love to the last sigh. LOVE-Passion of. The passion of love generally appears to every body but the man who feels it entirely disproportionate to the value of the object; and though love is pardoned in a certain age, because we know it is natural, having violently seized the imagination, yet it is always laughed at, because we cannot enter into it; and all serious and strong expressions of it appear ridiculous to a third person; and Why have I been born with all these warm affections these ardent longings after what is good, if they lead only to sorrow and disappointment? I would love some one-love him once, and for ever-devote myself to him alone-live for him-die for him-exist alone in him! But, alas in all this wide world there is none to love me as I would be lovednone whom I may love as I am capable of loving! How empty, how desolate seems the world about me! Why has Heaven given me these affections, only to fall and fade? Oh, the love of woman-the love of woman! How high will it not rise! and to what lowly depths will it not stoop! How many injuries will it not forgive! What obstacle will it not overcome, and what sacrifices will it not make rather than give up the being upon which it has been once wholly and truthfully fixed! Perennial of life, which grows up under every climate, how small would the sum of man's happiness be without thee! No coldness, DO neglect, no harshness, no cruelty, can extinguish thee ! Like the fabled lamp in the sepulchre. thou sheddest thy pure light in the humar heart, when everything around thee there is dead for ever! Carleton. LOVE-Wonders of. Almighty love! what wonders are not thine! By thee, the hand of avarice is open'd Had it pleased Heaven Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; I should have found in some part of my soul A drop of patience: but alas! There where I had garner'd up my heart; Where either I must live, or have no life; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence! Shakspeare. LOVE AND BEAUTY. If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch! If zealous love should go in search of virtue, Where should he find it purer than in Blanch! If love ambitious sought a match of birth, Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens. Shakspeare. An old, a grave discreet man, is fittest to discourse of love matters; because he hath likely more experience, observed more, hath a more staid judgment, can better discern, resolve, discuss, advise, give better cautions and more solid precepts, better inform his anditors in such a subject, and by reason of his riper years, sooner divert. Burton. LOVER-Choice of a. When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue. Shakspeare. LOVE-TOKENS-Influence of. There is, after all, something in those trifles that friends bestow upon each other which is an unfailing indication of the place the giver holds in the affections. I would believe that one who preserved a lock of hair, a simple flower, or any trifle of my bestowing, loved me, though no show was made of it; while all the protestations in the world would not win my confidence in one who set no value on such little things. Trifles they may be; but it is by such that character and disposition are oftenest revealed. Washington Irving. LOVE-TOKENS-Lasting Spell of. I wonder how often the executors of old college fellows, or of hard-faced bankers and bureaucrats, have been aggravated by finding in that most secret drawer, which ought to have held a codicil, or a jewel-a tress, a glove, a flower? The searcher looks at the object for a moment, and then throws it into the rubbish-basket, -with a laugh if he is goodnatured, with a curse if he is vicious or disappointed. Let it lie there, though the dead miser valued it above all his bank stock, and |
