LOVE. Oh, sigh not for love, if you wish not to know No, thou wert not my first love, I'd lov'd before we met, And learn'd to shed the bitter tear Of anguish and regret. Love! thou art not a king alone, Both slave and king thou art! 379 MISS L. E. LANDON. Who seeks to sway must stoop to own The New Timon. Our very wretchedness grows dear to us, When suffering for one we love. The New Timon. So gaze met gaze, And heart saw heart, translucid through the rays. One same, harmonious, universal law. Atom to atom, star to star can draw, And heart to heart! Swift darts, as from the sun, The strong attraction, and the charm is done! To say he lov'd, The New Timon. Was to affirm what oft his eye avouch'd, J. SHERIDAN KNOWLES. Love is a star, whose gentle ray Saturday Courier. Oh! would that love were ever still the same- DAWES' Geraldine Love not, love not-the thing you love may change, Ere yet my boyhood's years had flown, MRS. NORTON To make that bright and blissful sphere mine own. I dare not linger near thee, as a brother, FRY'S Leonora I feel my burning heart would still be thine; How could I hope my passionate thoughts to smother, Which should be mine! MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY. For love, at first, is but a dreamy thing, That slily nestles in the human heart, A morning lark, which never plumes his wing MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY Love drew your image on "my heart of hearts," MRS. OSGOOD. LUST. Sincere! When day and night fail to succeed 381 When the stars shall all fall, and the earth cease to moveWhen the wolf and the lambkin together shall feed, And truth turn to error - then, then doubt my love! That love is sordid which doth need That acts a higher, nobler part, Which comes, unfetter'd, from the heart. J. T. WATSON J. T. WATSON. LUST. Call it not Love, for love to heaven is fled, Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, SHAKSPEARE. But Lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love is all truth-Lust full of foulest lies. But Beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree SHAKSPEARE. Laden with blooming gold, doth need the guard MILTON'S Comus. Lust is, of all the frailties of our nature, Nor hears the rider's call, nor feels the rein. There are in love the extremes of touch'd desire In vulgar bosoms vulgar wishes move, Nature guides choice, and, as men think, they love. ROWE AARON HILL Oh, lost to honour's voice! Oh, doom'd to shame! From innocence to tear That name, than liberty, than life more dear. Within the heart which Love illumes, And blesses with his sacred rays, If meaner passion e'er presumes, РОРЕ. It fades before the hallow'd blaze. Совв. Infected with that leprosy of lust Which taints the hoariest years of vicious men, The dregs of pleasure for their vanish'd joys. BYRON'S Marino Faliero. And, 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held SHAKSPEARE. What will not luxury use? Earth, sea, and air, GAY'S Trivia. If every just man, that now pines with want, MILTON'S Comus. War destroys man, but luxury, mankind - |