He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
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He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
And banner waves, and trumpet sounds,
And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,
The dusk of centuries and of song.

The ocean asks for nothing but those
who stand by her shores
gradually attune themselves to her rhythm
Charles Dickens read more

The ocean asks for nothing but those
who stand by her shores
gradually attune themselves to her rhythm
Charles Dickens in David Copperfield.

Love is not getting, but giving, not a wild dream of pleasure, and madness of desire— ... it is goodness, read more

Love is not getting, but giving, not a wild dream of pleasure, and madness of desire— ... it is goodness, and honor, and peace and pure living.

The porcupine, whom one must handle gloved, May be respected, but is never loved.

The porcupine, whom one must handle gloved, May be respected, but is never loved.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

We live in the world when we love it.

We live in the world when we love it.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people.

I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people.