Lovers Quotes
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I'll seize the rosebuds in their perfumed bed, The violet knots, like curious mazes spread O'er all the garden, taste the ripened cherry, The warm, firm apple, tipped with coral berry. Then will I visit with a wandering kiss The vale of lilies and the bower of bliss, And where the beauteous region doth divide Into two milky ways, my lips shall slide Down those smooth alleys, wearing as I go A track for lovers on the printed snow.
thomas carew— 'A Rapture' (1640)
Now lap-dogs give themselves the rousing shake, And sleepless lovers, just at twelve, awake.
Alexander Pope— 1714 The Rape of the Lock, canto1, l.15-16.
Deliver me from your cold phlegmatic preachers, politicians, friends, lovers and husbands.
Abigail Adams— Letter to John Adams (5 August 1776).
The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other’s bed, where the rival perfects the lover’s imperfections.
Djuna Barnes— Ch. 5 : Watchman, What of the Night?
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.
thomas malory— Le Morte d'Arthur (c. 1469), Book XVIII, ch. 25
All her lovers have passed, her beautiful lovers have passed,The young and eager men that fought for her arrogant hand,And the only voice which endures to mourn for her at the lastIs the voice of the lonely land.
vita sackville-west— "Mariana In The North"
I shall defer my visit to Faneuil Hall, the cradle of American liberty, until its doors shall fly open on golden hinges to lovers of Union as well as lovers of liberty.
Daniel Webster— Letter (April 1851).
Alas! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak? Are even lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel? I knew the mass of men conceal'd Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd They would by other men be met With blank indifference, or with blame reproved; I knew they lived and moved Trick'd in disguises, alien to the rest Of men, and alien to themselves and yet The same heart beats in every human breast!
Matthew Arnold— "The Buried Life" (1852), st. 2.
Oh, we have had great lovers that we followed to the pyre; Our boasts out-do the Sabine girls the Mosque of St. Sophia. And we are very sure of ours, for when a city falls, They seize us and they love us and they hurl us from the walls.
nathalia crane— "Our Lovers"
We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
— Act II, scene 4, lines 53-56.
Fathers, be good to your daughters, Daughters will love like you do, Girls become lovers who turn into mothers, So mothers be good to your daughters too.
john mayer— "Daughters" (2003)
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
william shakespeare— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream (c. 1595-96), Act V, scene 1, line 370.
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
john dryden— Palamon and Arcite, book ii, line 758.
If love be a god, why should not lovers be virtuous?
john lyly— 1588 Gallathea, act 3, sc.1.
I'll be true, I'll be useful...I'll be cavalier...I'll be yours my dear.and I'll belong to you...if you'll just let me through.this is easy as lovers go,so don't complicate it by hesitating.and this is wonderful as loving goes,this is tailor-made, whats the sense in waiting?
chris carrabba— As Lovers Go
Virginal shy lights,Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows,When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnadesOf the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods,Of the heavenly woods and glades,That run to the radiant marginal sand-beach withinThe wide sea-marshes of Glynn.
Sidney Lanier— "The Marshes of Glynn" (1878).
And so it ends,We who were lovers may be friends.I have some weeks in which to steelMy heart and teach myself to feelOnly a sober tendernessWhere once was passion's loveliness.
vita sackville-west— "And so it ends", a poem cited as probably directed to her sister-in-law, Gwen St. Aubyn, in V. Sackville-West : A Critical Biography (1974) by Michael Stevens, p. 91
Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.
john webster— Westward Hoe, Act II, scene ii. See also Wine, Friendship.
Literature has been the salvation of the damned, literature has inspired and guided lovers, routed despair and can perhaps in this case save the world.
john cheever— Entry in his journal before his last public appearance, the ceremony at which he received the National Medal for Literature, quoted by Susan Cheever, Home before Dark Houghton Mifflin (1984)
Immeasurable at every hour: He first taught lovers how to kiss, He brings down sunshine after shower, Thunder and hate are his also, He is YES and he is NO.
robert graves— "The God Called Poetry"
Happy will be the men who, having the power and the love and the benevolent forecast to [create a park], will do it. They will not be forgotten. The trees and their lovers will sing their praises, and generations yet unborn will rise up and call them blessed.
john muir— "The Basin of the Columbia River" in Picturesque California (1888-1890); reprinted in Steep Trails (1918), chapter 22
Here we are, naked lovers, beautiful to each other and that's enough. The leaves of our eyelids our only covers, we're lying amidst deep night.
wisława szymborska— Openess
Quiet, Robin, quiet! You lovers are such clumsy summer-flies, Forever buzzing at your lady's face.
— Alfred Tennyson, The Foresters, Act IV, scene 1.
The hawthorn-bush, with seats beneath the shade For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Oliver Goldsmith— Oliver Goldsmith, The Deserted Village (1770), line 13.
Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking (God warn us!) matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.
— Rosalind, Sc. i
lovers lying two and twoAsk not whom they sleep beside,And the bridegroom all night throughNever turns him to the bride.
a. e. housman— No. 12, st. 4.
You talk no more of that gay nation now,Where men adore their wives, and woman's powerDraws reverence from a polished people's softness,Their husbands' equals, and their lovers' queens;Free without scandal; wise without restraint;Their virtue due to nature, not to fear.
aaron hill— Selima, Act I, Sc. 1.
