anear?
1121
JEAN INGELOW: _Supper at the Mill._ _Song._

Instruct me now what love will do;
'T will make a tongueless man to woo.
Inform me next what love will do;
'T will strangely make a one of two.
Teach me besides what love will do;
'T will quickly mar and make ye too.
Tell me, now last, what love will do;
'T will hurt and heal a heart pierc'd through.
1122
SIR JOHN SUCKLING: _Aph. of Love._

Love is the only good in the world.
Henceforth be loved as heart can love,
Or brain devise, or hand approve.
1123
ROBERT BROWNING: _Flight of the Duchess,_ Pt. xv.

Mutual love brings mutual delight--
Brings beauty, life; for love is life, hate, death.
1124
R.H. DANA: _The Dying Raven._

Let those love now, who never loved before,
Let those who always loved, now love the more.
1125
PARNELL: _Trans. of Pervigilium Veneris._

Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows:
Cupid averse rejects divided vows.
1126
PRIOR: _Henry and Emma,_ Line 590.

And love, life's fine centre, includes heart and mind.
1127
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. ii., Canto i., St. 17.

I hold it true, whate'er befall,
I feel it when I sorrow most;
'T is better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.
1128
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxvii., St. 4.

Had we never loved so kindly,
Had we never loved so blindly,
Never met, or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
1129
BURNS: _Song, Ae Fond Kiss._

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is--Love, forgive us! cinders, ashes, dust.
1130
KEATS: _Lamia,_ Pt. ii., Line 1.

Why did she love him? Curious fool! be still;
Is human love the growth of human will?
1131
BYRON: _Lara,_ Canto ii., St. 22.

There is no pleasure like the pain
Of being loved, and loving.
1132
PRAED: _Legend of the Haunted Tree._

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,
'T is woman's whole existence.
1133
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto i., St. 194.

In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green;
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below, and saints above;
For love is heaven and heaven is love.
1134
SCOTT: _Lay of the Last Minstrel,_ Canto iii., St. 2.

True love is at home on a carpet,
And mightily likes his ease,--
And true love has an eye for a dinner,
And starves beneath shady trees.
His wing is the fan of a lady,
His foot's an invisible thing,