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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.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a read more
You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love read more
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile . . . her look . . . her way Of speaking gently . . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.
There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.
There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.
Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth read more
I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That read more
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what world calls a romance.
