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How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver read more
How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain
Unravelled from the trembling main
And threading the eye of a yellow star:--
So many time do I love again.
Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake's articulated spine. Such elective elements read more
Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake's articulated spine. Such elective elements Educate the eye and lip With one's refreshing innocence, The other's claim to scholarship. The serpent's knowledge of the world Learn, and the dove's more naïve charm; Whether your ringlets should be curled, And why he likes his claret warm.
Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.
Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that read more
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected- in so far as it could read more
This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected- in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.
Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.
Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
There is only one sort of love, but there are a thousand copies.
There is only one sort of love, but there are a thousand copies.
Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
