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26. Love is a passion by no rules confin'd,
The great first mover of the human mind;
Spring of our fate-it lifts the climbing will,
Or sinks the soften'd soul in seas of ill.
Science, truth, virtue, sweetness, glory, grace,
All own love's influence, and adorn his race;
Love, too, gives fear, despair, grief, anger, strife,
And all th' unnumber'd woes which tempest life.

27. Small is the soul's first wound from beauty's dart,
And scarce th' unheeded fever warms the heart;
Long we mistake it under liking's name,
A soft indulgence, that deserves no blame.
Excited, tho', the smother'd fire at length
Bursts into blaze, and burns with open strength;
That image, which before but sooth'd the mind,
Now lords it there, and rages unconfin'd;
Mixing with all our thoughts, it wastes the day,
And when night comes, it dreams the soul away.
AARON HILL.

28. Love why do we one passion call,
When 't is a compound of them all?
Where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet,
In all their equipages meet;
Where pleasures mix'd with pains appear,
Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear.

29. Love, thou hast every bliss in store,
"Tis friendship, and 't is something more;
Each other every wish they give —
Not to know love, is not to live.

80.

AARON HILL.

I love thee, and I feel
That in the fountain of my heart a seal
Is set, to keep its waters pure and bright
For thee.

DEAN SWIFT.

GAY'S Fables.

SHELLEY.

31. In vain you bid your captive live,
While you the means of life deny;
Give me your smiles, your wishes give
To him who must, without you, die.
Shut from the sun's enlivening beam,

Bid flowers retain their scent and hue;
Its source dried up, bid flow the stream
And me exist, depriv'd of you!

32. In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed,
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen,

In hamlets, dances on the green.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And man below, and saints above;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love!

33. But he who stems a stream with sand,
And fetters flame with flaxen band,
Has yet a harder task to prove —
By firm resolve to conquer love.

SCOTT's Last Minstrel.

The Padlock.

34. On thy fond arm with pleasing gaze I hung,
And heard sweet music murmur o'er thy tongue;
Hand lock'd in hand, with gentle ardour prest,
Pour'd soft emotions through the heaving breast;
In magic transport heart with heart entwin'd,
And in sweet languor lost the melting mind.

35. Not vernal showers to budding flowers,
Not Autumn to the farmer,

So dear can be as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely charmer!

SCOTT's Lady of the Lake.

DR. DWIGHT.

BURNS.

LOVE.

36. Had we never lov'd so kindly,
Had we never lov'd so blindly,
Never met, or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

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37. Yes, love indeed is light from heaven,
A spark of that immortal fire,
With angels shar'd, by Allah given
To lift from earth our low desire.

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He had ceas'd

To live within himself; she was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,
Which terminated all: upon a tone,

A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow,
And his cheek change tempestuously.

BYRON'S Giaour.

BYRON'S Dream.

39. Oh, Love! what is there in this world of ours
Which makes it fatal to be lov'd? Ah, why
With cypress branches hast thou wreath'd thy bowers,
And made thy best interpreter a sigh?

BYRON'S Don Juan.

BURNS.

Love will find its way

Thro' paths where wolves would fear to prey.

BYRON'S Giaour.

41. There glides a step thro' the foliage thick,
And her cheek grows pale and her heart beats quick;
There whispers a voice thro' the rustling leaves,
And her blush returns, and her bosom heaves.

BYRON'S Parisina.

42. Sweet Florence! could another ever share
This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine;
But, check'd by every tie, I may not dare

To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

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43. Had sigh'd to many, tho' he lov'd but one, And that lov'd one, alas! could not be his.

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none find what they love, or could have lov'd, Tho' accident, blind contact, and the strong Necessity of loving, have remov'd

Antipathies.

46. Alas! the love of woman!

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

45. But sweeter far than this, than these, than all, Is first and passionate love-it stands alone, Like Adam's recollection of his fall.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

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To be a lovely and a fearful thing;
For all of theirs upon that die is thrown,
And, if 't is lost, life hath no more to bring
To them, but mockeries of the past alone.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

47. Man's love is of man's life a thing apart "T is woman's whole existence.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

48. For glances beget ogles, ogles sighs,

Sighs wishes, wishes words, and words a letter:
And then God knows what mischief may arise,

When love links two young people in one fetter.
BYRON'S Beppo.

49. But they were young; Oh! what, without our youth,
Would love be? what would youth be without love?
Youth lends it joy and sweetness, vigour, truth,
Heart, soul, and all that seems as from above.
But, languishing with years, it grows uncouth,

One of those things experience don't improve.

BYRON'S Beppo.

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50. Why did she love him? Curious fool, be still: Is human love the growth of human will?

BYRON'S Lara.

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51.

LOVE.

A love still all unquench'd,
Dwelling deep in my shut and silent heart,
As dwells the gather'd lightning in its cloud,
Encompass'd in its dark and rolling shroud,
Till struck-forth flies the all ethereal dart.
BYRON'S Lament of Tasso.

52. Yes, it was love, if thoughts of tenderness
Tried in temptation, strongest by distress,
Unmov'd by absence, firm in every clime,
And yet, O! more than all!-untir'd by time;
Which nought remov'd, nor menac❜d to remove
If there be love in mortals, this was love.

53. There are ten thousand tones and signs, We hear and see, but none defines Involuntary sparks of thought,

BYRON'S Corsair.

Which strike from out the heart o'erwrought,
And form a strange intelligence,

Alike mysterious and intense-
Which link the burning chain that binds,
Without their will, young hearts and minds;
Conveying, as the electric wire,

We know not how, the absorbing fire.

54. And all our dreams of better life above, But close in one eternal gush of love.

BYRON'S Mazeppa.

BYRON'S Island.

55. Oh! what was love made for, if 't is not the same Through joy and through sorrow-through glory and shame?

MOORE.

56. The bee thro' many a garden roves,
And hums the lay of courtship o'er,
But, when he finds the flower he loves,
He settles there, and hums no more.

MOORE.

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