For love is heaven and heaven is love.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.
For Love will still be lord of all.
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore."
The lover's pleasure, like that of the hunter, is in the chase, and the brightest beauty loses half its merit, as the flower its perfume, when the willing hand can reach it too easily. There must be doubt; there must be difficulty and danger.
True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven: It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes soon as granted fly; It liveth not in fierce desire.
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven. It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
To every lovely lady bright, I wish a gallant faithful knight; To every faithful lover, too, I wish a trusting lady true.
A good deal of philanthropy arises in general from mere vanity and love of distinction gilded over to others and to themselves with some show of benevolent sentiment.
From my experience, not one in twenty marries the first love; we build statues of snow and weep to see them melt.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.