Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?
Moderate sorrow Fits vulgar love, and for a vulgar man: But I have lov'd with such transcendent passion, I soar'd, at first, quite out of reason's view, And now am lost above it.john dryden
But I also dreamt, which pleased me most,That you lov'd me still the same.alfred bunn
We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine,But search of deep philosophy,Wit, eloquence, and poetry;Arts which I lov'd, for they, my friend, were thine.Abraham Cowley
None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair,But love can hope where reason would despair.lyttelton, george, 1st baron
No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets,But as truly loves on to the close;As the sunflower turns on her god when he setsThe same look which she turn'd when he rose.thomas moore
The stoic husband was the glorious thing.The man had courage, was a sage, 'tis true,And lov'd his country.Alexander Pope
Wild dreams! but suchAs Plato lov'd; such as with holy zealOur Milton worshipp'd. Blessed hopes! awhileFrom man with-held, even to the latter daysWhen Christ shall come, and all things be fulfill'd.Robert Southey
He that alone would wise and mighty be,Commands that others love as well as he.Love as he lov'd! — How can we soar so high?—He can add wings when he commands to fly.Nor should we be with this command dismay'd;He that examples gives will give his aid:For he took flesh, that where his precepts fall,His practice, as a pattern, may prevail.Edmund Waller
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were I have not seen As others saw I could not bring My passions from a common spring From the same source I have not taken My sorrow I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone And all I lov'd I lov'd aloneedgar allan poe
For truth has such a face and such a mien, As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.john dryden
Thou art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.william shakespeare
This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made its pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate.william shakespeare
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story And that would woo her.william shakespeare
Statesman, yet friend to truth; of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend; Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.Alexander Pope
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnished me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.william shakespeare
Not that I lov'd Caesar less, but that I lov'd Rome more.
Out upon it! I have lov'd Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.
Alone by the Schuylkill a wanderer rov'd, And bright were its flowery banks to his eye; But far, very far, were the friends that he lov'd, And he gaz'd on its flowery banks with a sigh.thomas moore
To this sad shrine, whoe'er thou art! draw near! Here lies the friend most lov'd, the son most dear; Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading: Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not; But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer, And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely.
None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair: But love can hope where reason would despair.
Yes, loving is a painful thrill, and not to love more painful still. But oh, it is the worst of pain, to love and not be lov'd again.thomas moore
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.
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