Gold.

Festus.

BURNS.

The Silent Lover.

SIR W RALEIGH.

Solomon.

M. PRIOR.

Sonnet.

Love's PAINS.

Sunshine and rain at once.
King Lear, Adt iv. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE. A mighty pain to love it is,

Smiles from reason flow, And 't is a pain that pain to miss ;

To brute denied, and are of love the food. But of all pains, the greatest pain

Paradise Lost, book ix.

MILTON It is to love, but love in vain.

A. COWLEY. The rose is fairest when 't is bud ding new

And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love ;

The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, The taint of earth, the odor of the skies

And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. Is in it.

Lady of the Lake, Cant. iv.

SCOTT.
P. J. BAILEY.
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure

SHYNESS OF LOVE.
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
On Sensibility.

Silence in love bewrays more woe

Than words, though ne 'er so witty ;
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart,

A beggar that is dunıb, you know,
How hard thy yoke! how cruel is thy dart ! May challenge double pity.
Those 'scape thy anger who refuse thy sway,
And those are punished most who most obey.

Read it, sweet maid, though it be done but slightly;

Who can show all his love doth love but lightly, To be in love where scorn is bought with groans,

S. DANIEL Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs ; one fading I never tempted her with word too large ; moment's mirth,

But, as a brother to his sister, showed With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights :

Bashful sincerity, and comely love.
If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain ;

Much Ado about Nothing. Activ. Sc. I.
If lost, why then a grievous labor won.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act i. Sc. 1.

ARTS OF LOVE.
Love is like a landscape which doth stand

Of all the paths lead to a woman's love Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.

Pity's the straightest.

Knight of Maita, Art i. Sc. I. Vows with so much passion, swears with so much So mourned the dame of Ephesus her love; grace,

And thus the soldier, armed with resolution, That 't is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him. Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer. Alexander the Great, Act i. Sc. 3.

N. LEE.

Richard III. ( Altered), Act ii. Sc. 1. COLLEY CIBBER. To love you was pleasant enough,

The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, And 0, 't is delicious to hate you !

An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

Don Juan, Cant. xv.

SHAKESPEARE.

SHAKESPEARE.

On Love,

R. HEGGE.

BEAUMONT and FLETCHER.

To

BUTLER.

TENNYSON,

BUTLER

Love in your hearts as idly burns

O Love ! O fire! once he drew As fire in antique Roman urns.

With one long kiss my whole soul through Hudibras, Part ii. Cant. i.

| My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

Fatima. Twelfth Night, Act ii. Sc. 5.

SHAKESPEARE.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth and love.
Don Juan, Cant. ii.

BYRON
O’er her warm cheek, and rising boson, move
DISCRIMINATING LOVE.

The bloom of young Desire and purple light of The rose that all are praising

Love.

T. GRAY. Is not the rose for me ;

Progress of Poesy, i. 3. Too many cyes are gazing

Still amorous, and fond, and billing, Upon the costly tree;

Like Philip and Mary on a shilling. But there's a rose in yonder glen

Hudibras, Part iii. Cant. i. That shuns the gaze of other men,

And dallies with the innocence of love. For me its blossoms raising, –

Twelfth Night Act ii, Sc. 4.

SHAKESPEARE.
O, that's the rose for me.
The rose that all are praising.

T. H. BAYLY. And, touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
Paradise Lost, Book viii.

MILTON.
But the fruit that can fall without shaking,
Indeed is too mellow for me.

Why, she would hang on him,
The Answer.
LADY MARY W. MONTAGU. As if increase of appetite had grown

By what it fed on.
Love in a hut, with water and a crust,

Hamiel, Adi. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE. Is --- Lord forgive us ! - cinders, ashes, dust. Lamia.

KEATS. | Imparadised in one another's arms.

Paradise Lost, Book viii. The cold in clime are cold in blood,

Their love can scarce deserve the name. The Giaour.

BYRON.

MUTUAL LOVE.

MILTON

BYRON.

Love's DANGERS.

Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.

MARIA LOVELL. And when once the young beart of a maiden is

Ingomar the Barbarian, Adii. stolen,

FERD. Here's my hand. The maiden herself will steal after it soon.

Miran. And mine, with my heart in 't.
TIL Omens.

MOORE.
Tempest, Act iii. Sc. I.

SHAKESPEARE. And whispering, “I will ne'er consent,” – consented.

What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. Don Juan, Cant, i.

Measure for Measure, Act. v. Sc. i.

SHAKESPEARE. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

Drink ye to her that each loves best, Beggar's Opera, Act ii. Sc. 2.

J. GAY. And if you nurse a flame Then fly betimes, for only they

That's told but to her mutual breast,

We we will not ask her name.
Conquer Love, that run away.
Conquest by Flight.

CAMPBELL,
T. CAKEW.

Drink ye to her.
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove

An unrelenting foe to love ;
The SWEETS OF LOVE.

And, when we meet a mutual heart,
Then awake ! -- the heavens look bright, my

Come in between and bid us part ? dear ! 'T is never too late for delight, my dear!

And you must love him, ere to you And the best of all ways

He will seem worthy of your love. To lengthen our days,

A Poet's Epitaph.

WORDSWORTH Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear ! Young May Moon.

MOORE. | Ye gods ! annihilate but space and time,

And make two lovers happy. Lovers' hours are long, though seeming short. Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry, Ch. xi. Venus and Adonis.

SHAKESPEARE. I

Song.

THOMSON.

PoPB.

MRS. TIGHE.

To

WORDSWORTH.

SHAKESPEARE

BYRON.

Sweet to entrance

Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life; The raptured soul by intermingling glance.

Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er

thee. Psyche.

Venice Preserved', Art v. Sc. I.

T. OTWAY. True beauty dwells in deep retreats,

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Whose veil is unremoved

Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. Till heart with heart in concord beats,

The Bard, i. 3.

T. GRAY. And the lover is beloved.

As dear to me as are the ruddy drops

That visit my sad heart.
O that the desert were my dwelling-place,

Julius Cæsar, Ad. ii. Sc. I.
With one fair Spirit for my niinister,
That I might all forget the human race,

With thee conversing I forget all time ;
Ani, hating no one, love but only her!

All seasons and their change, all please alike. Childe Harold, Cant. iv. With thee, all toils are sweet; each clime hath But neither breath of morn when she ascends charms;

With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun Earth

our world within our arms. On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, The Bride of Abydos.

Glistering with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,

Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
TRUE LOVE.

Paradise Lost, Book iv.
Love is a celestial harmony
Of likely hearts.
Hymn in Honor of Beauty.

SPENSER

CONSTANCY.
The Gods approve

All love is sweet,
The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul ;
A fervent, not ungovernable, love.

Given or returned. Common as light is lore,

Anil its familiar voice wearies not ever. Thy transports moderate.

Prometheus Unbound, AC'. ii. Sc. 5.

sea alike

BYRON,

MILTON

SHELLEY.

Laodamia.

WORDSWORTH.

SHAKESPEARE,

T. PARNELL.

SHAKESPEARE.

INCONSTANCY AND JEALOUSY.

That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites!
O'hello, 'dii. JC. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.
But, 0, what damned minutes tells he o'er,
Who dotes, yet doubts ; suspects, yet strongly

loves!
Othello, Actili. Sc. 3.

Trifles, light as air,
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.

Othello, Act iis. Sc. 3.
With groundless fear he thus his soul deceives :
What phrenzy dictates, jealousy believes.
Dione.

J. GAY.
At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs.
Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc.2.

SHAKESPEARE.
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,
And Jove but laughs at lyvers' perjury.
Palamon and Arcite, Book ii.

DRYDEN

Nor jealousy
Was understood, the injured lover's hell.
Paradise Lost, Book v.

MILTON

Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
From jealousy!
Othello, Aut iii. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.

Heaven has no rage like love to batred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scornell.
The Mourning Bride, Ait iii. Sc. 8.

W. CONGKEIT.

0, beware, my lord, of jealousy ;

POSSESSION.
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.

I die - but first I have possessed, 0:hello, Act. iii. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.

And come what may, I hare been blest.
The Graour.

BYRON.
To he once in doubt,
Is once to be resolved.

I've lived and loved.
Othella, Acil Sc. 3.
SHAKESPEARE. | Wallenstein, Parit 4:7.1.. Sc. 6.

S.T. COLERIDGE.

MARRIAGE.

SHAKESPEARE.

SONNET.

| Love's life is in its own replies, –

To each low beat it beats, Let me not to the marriage of true minds Smiles back the smiles, sighs back the sighs, Admit impediments : love is not love,

And every throb repeats. Which alters when it alteration finds,

Then, since one loving heart still throws Or bends with the remover to remove;

Two shadows in love's sun, 0, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,

How should two loving hearts compose
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; And mingle into one?
It is the star to every wandering bark,

THOMAS KIBBLE HERVEY, Whose worth 's unknown, although his height be

taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and THOU HAST SWORN BY THY GOD. MY cheeks

JEANIE.
Within his bending sickle's compass come ;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, | Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

By that pretty white hand o' thine,
If this be error, and upon me proved,

And by a' the lowing stars in heaven,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

That thou wad aye be mine!
And I hae sworn by my God, my Jeanie,

And by that kind heart o' thine,
By a' the stars sown thick owre heaven,

That thou shalt aye be mine!
LOVE.

Then foul fa' the hands that wad loose sic bands THERE are who say the lover's heart

And the heart that wad part sic luve! Is in the loved one's merged ;

But there 's nae hand can loose the band, 0, never by love's own warm art

But the finger o' God abuve. So cold a plea was urged !

Though the wee, wee cot mann be my bield, No! - hearts that love hath crowned or crossed An' my claithing ne'er sae mean, Love fondly knits together;

I wad lap me up rich i’ the faulds o' luve, – But not a thought or hue is lost

Heaven's armfu'o' my Jean! That made a part of either.

Her white arm wad be a pillow to me,

Fu' safter than the downt;

An' Luve wad winnow owre us his kind, kind It is an ill-told tale that tells

wings, Of “hearts by love made one ;”.

An' sweetly I'd sleep, an' soun'. !Ie grows who near another's dwells

Come here to me, thou lass o' my luve! More conscious of his own ;

Come here and kneel wi' me!

The morn is fu’o' the presence o' God, in each spring up new thoughts and powers That, mid love's warm, clear weather,

An' I canna pray without thee. fogether tend like climbing flowers,

| The morn-wind is sweet 'mang the beds o' new And, turning, grow together.

flowers,

The wee birds sing kindlie an' hie; Such fictions blink love's better part,

Our gudeman leans owre his kail-yard dike, Yield up its half of bliss ;

And a blythe auld bodie is he. The wells are in the neighbor heart

The Book maun be ta’en whan the carle comes When there is thirst in this:

hame, There findeth love the passion-flowers

Wi’ the holie psalmodie; On which it learns to thrive,

And thou maun speak o' me to thy God, Makes honey in another's bowers,

And I will speak o' thee. But brings it home to hive.

ALLAN CUNNINGHAM