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, no neglect, no harshness, no cruelty, can extinguish thee! Like the fabled lamp in the sepulchre, thou sheddest thy pure light in the human heart, when everything around thee there, is dead for ever! Carleton. Her Joyous Love. And who the first that, springing on the strand, Joy trickled in her tears, joy fill'd the sob That rock'd her heart till almost heard to throb : Of nature's child in nature's ecstasy. Byron. The Inheritor of Love's Kingdom. Ye gentle Ladies! in whose soveraine powre, He from you take that chiefdome which ye doe abuse. Spenser. Lovable for Herself. We love a girl for very different things than understanding. We love her for her beauty, her youth, her mirth, her confidingness, her character, with its faults, caprices, and God knows what other inexpressible charms; but we do not love her understanding. Her mind we esteem (if it is brilliant), and it may greatly elevate her in our opinion; nay more, it may enchain us when we already love. But her understanding is not that which awakens and inflames our passions. Her Love Letters. Her letters too, Though far between, and coming fitfully Like broken music, written as she found Goethe. Or made occasion, being strictly watch'd, Strength of her Maternal Love. Tennyson. There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood, that softens the heart, and brings it back to the feelings of infancy. Who that has languished even in advanced life, in sickness and despondency,—who that has pined on a weary bed, in the neglect and loneliness of a foreign land-but has thought on the mother "that looked on his childhood," that smoothed his pillow, and administered to his helplessness? Oh! 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 him; and if all the world beside cast him off, she will be all the world to him. Washington Irving. Love Paramount in. O, speak not lightly of A lady's love! It is her paramount, Especial jewel, over which keep guard Her Power in Love. To his eye J. S. Knowles. There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him; he had look'd He had no breath, no being, but in hers; A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, Her Refined Love. The kiss so guiltless and refined That Love each warmer wish forbore; Those eyes proclaim'd so pure a mind, Ev'n passion blush'd to plead for more. Byron. The tone, that taught me to rejoice, When prone, unlike thee, to repine ; The song, celestial from thy voice, But, sweet to me, from none but thine. Byron. Reflective Power of her Love. As a looking-glass, if it is a true one, faithfully represents the face of him that looks in it, so a wife ought to fashion herself to the affection of her husband; not to be cheerful when he is sad, nor sad when he is cheerful. Pure Love for, by a rejected Suitor. Well, thou art happy, and I feel, Erasmus. Thy husband's blest, and 'twill impart I thought my jealous heart would break; I kiss'd it, and repress'd my sighs, And they were all to love and me. |