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Sweet to entrance
The raptured soul by intermingling glance.
True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
O that the desert were my dwelling-place,
Childe Harold, Cant. iv.
The Bride of Abydos.
Of likely hearts.
Hymn in Honor of Beauty.
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With thee, all toils are sweet; each clime hath With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Paradise Lost, Book iv.
our world within our arms.
Love is a celestial harmony
The Gods approve
Thy transports moderate.
In his deportment, shape, and mien appeared
Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life; Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee.
Venice Preserved, Act v. Sc. 1.
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
The Bard, i. 3.
As dear to me as are the ruddy drops
With thee conversing I forget all time;
There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. Curse of Kehama, Cant. x.
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move;
But never doubt I love.
When love begins to sicken and decay,
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
Fulius Cæsar, Activ. Sc. 2.
She hugged the offender, and forgave the offence.
Cymon and Iphigenia.
Lightly thou say'st that woman's love is false,
You say to me-wards your affection 's strong;
Love me little, love me long.
Let those love now who never loved before,
INCONSTANCY AND JEALOUSY.
All love may be expelled by other love
As poisons are by poisons.
All for Love.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2.
A little month.
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2.
Framed to make women false.
Is once to be resolved.
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, HAM. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury. OPH. 'T is brief, my lord. HAM. As woman's love.
Palamon and Arcite, Book ii.
Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 2.
Paradise Lost, Book v.
I've lived and loved.
Wallenstein, Part i. Act ii. Sc. 6.
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
Othello, Act iii. Sc. 3.
They that do change old love for new,
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
I die but first I have possessed,
Who love too much hate in the like extreme.
S. T. COLERIDGE.
Mean, or in her summed up, in her contained
Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure :
"This turn hath made amends; thou hast fulfilled
I led her blushing like the morn: all Heaven,
When I approach
Neither her outside formed so fair, nor aught
So much delights me, as those graceful acts,
TO A LADY BEFORE MARRIAGE. O, FORMED by Nature, and refined by Art, With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart! By thousands sought, Clotilda, canst thou free Thy crowd of captives and descend to me? Content in shades obscure to waste thy life, A hidden beauty and a country wife? O, listen while thy summers are my theme! Ah! soothe thy partner in his waking dream! In some small hamlet on the lonely plain, Where Thames through meadows rolls his mazy
Or where high Windsor, thick with greens ar-
Our limes begin to shoot, our flowers to spring,