LOVE-Maternal. There is in all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart. It is but pride wherewith, To his fair eye the father's eye doth turn, Watching his growth. Aye, on the babe he looks, The bright glad creature springing in his path, But as the heir of his great name, the young And stately tree, whose rising strength ere long Shall bear his trophies well. And this is love! This is man's love! What marvel? you ne'er made Your breast the pillow of his infancy; While to the fulness of your heart's glad heavings, His fair cheek rose and fell, and his bright hair Wared softly to your breath! You ne'er kept watch Beside him till the last pale star had set, And morn, all dazzling, as in triumph, broke On your dim weary eye; not yours the face Which early faded through fond care for him, Hung o'er his sleep, and duly as heaven's light, Was there to greet his wakening! You ne'er smoothed His couch, ne'er sung him to his rosy rest, Caught his least whisper, when his voice from yours Had learnt soft utterance; press'd your lip to his, LOVE-Omnipresence of. Love is omnipresent in nature as motive and reward. Love is our highest word, and the synonyme of God. Every promise of the soul has innumerable fulfilments; each of its joys ripens into a new want. Nature, uncontainable, flowing, forelooking, in the first sentiment of kindness, anticipates already a benevolence which shall lose all particular regards in its general light. The introduction to this felicity is in a private and tender relation of one to one, which is the enchantment of human life; which, like a certain divine rage and enthusiasm, seizes on man at one period, and works a revolution in his mind and body; unites him to his race, pledges him to the domestic and civil relations, carries him with new sympathy into nature, enhances the power of the senses, opens the imagination, adds to his character heroic and sacred attributes, establishes mar riage, and gives permanence to human society. LOVE-at Parting. Emerson. The consciousness of being loved softens the keenest pang, even at the moment of parting; yea, even the eternal farewell is robbed of half of its bitterness, when uttered in accents that Addison. breathe love to the last sigh. LOVE-Passion of. The passion of love generally appears to every body but the man who feels it entirely disproportionate to the value of the object; and though love is pardoned in a certain age, because we know it is natural, having violently seized the imagination, yet it is always laughed at, because we cannot enter into it; and all serious and strong expressions of it appear ridiculous to a third person; and LOVE-Permanency of. The love that cheers life's latest stage, LOVE-Perspicacity of. Cowper. Is it weakness thus to dwell LOVE-Revealing of. In many ways does the full heart reveal LOVE-Science of. The science of love is the philosophy of the heart. Cicero. LOVE-Slighted, The pangs and tortures of a slighted love, Thou wouldst not wonder at this sudden Which, broken, break them, and drain off the change; soul Otway. LOVE-Unpurchasable. Love is not to be bought-'tis of the soul Moore. As well mightst thou attempt to purchase Coleridge. 0, the soft commerce! O, the tender ties, Close twisted with the fibres of the heart! To vend the stars, make traffic of the skies, Or measure out what is immeasurable, As count each feeling in the pulse of love, strength, And price affections as thou wouldst estates! Go to for shame!-thy tongue belied thy heart. Why have I been born with all these warm affections these ardent longings after what is good, if they lead only to sorrow and disappointment? I would love some one-love him once, and for ever-devote myself to him alone-live for him-die for him-exist alone in him! But, alas! in all this wide world there is none to love me as I would be lovednone whom I may love as I am capable of loving! How empty, how desolate seems the world about me! Why has Heaven given me these affections, only to fall and fade? LOVE. LOVE-Woman's. The soul of woman lives in love. Mrs. Sigourney. There is in the heart of woman such a deep well of love that no age can freeze it. Bulwer Lytton. Oh, the love of woman-the love of woman! How high will it not rise! and to what lowly depths will it not stoop! How many injuries will it not forgive! What obstacle will it not overcome, and what sacrifices will it not make, rather than give up the being upon which it has been once wholly and truthfully fixed! Perennial of life, which grows up under every climate, how small would the sum of man's happiness be without thee! No coldness, Do neglect, no harshness, no cruelty, can extinguish thee! Like the fabled lamp in the sepulchre, thou sheddest thy pure light in the human heart, when everything around thee there is dead for ever! Carleton LOVE-Wonders of. Almighty love! what wonders are not thine! By thee, the hand of avarice is open'd The rude grow tender, and the fearful bold. Had it pleased Heaven To try me with affliction; had he rain'd All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head; Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; I should have found in some part of my soul A drop of patience: but alas! There where I had garner'd up my heart; Where either I must live, or have no life; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be discarded thence! Shakspeare. LOVE AND BEAUTY. If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, Where should he find it fairer than in Blanch? If zealous love should go in search of virtue. Where should he find it purer than in Blanch! If love ambitious sought a match of birth, Whose veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch? Ibid. LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING Love is a celestial harmony We can sometimes love what we do not understand, but it is impossible completely to derstand what we do not love. Mrs. Jameson. LOVELINESS-Appreciation of. Heaven shield thee for thine utter loveliness. LOVELINESS-Completeness of. Yet when I approach Keats. Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, LOVER-Adoration of a. What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Crowns what you are doing in the present That all your acts are queens. Shakspeare. LOVERS-Tongue of. Lovers say, the heart hath treble wrong, When it is barr'd the aidance of the tongue. LOVE-TOKENS-Influence of. There is, after all, something in those trifles that friends bestow upon each other which is an unfailing indication of the place the giver holds in the affections. I would believe that one who preserved a lock of hair, a simple flower, or any trifle of my bestowing, loved me, though no show was made of it; while all the protestations in the world would not win my confidence in one who set no value on such little things. Trifles they may be; but it is by such that character and disposition are oftenest revealed. Washington Irving. An old, a grave discreet man, is fittest to discourse of love matters; because he hath kely more experience, observed more, hath a more staid judgment, can better discern, resolve, discuss, advise, give better cautions and more solid precepts, better inform his anditors in such a subject, and by reason of LOVE-TOKENS-Lasting Spell of. lés riper years, sooner divert. LOVER-Choice of a. If I freely may discover Burton. What should please me in my lover, I wonder how often the executors of old college fellows, or of hard-faced bankers and bureaucrats, have been aggravated by finding in that most secret drawer, which ought to have held a codicil, or a jewel-a tress, a glove, a flower? The searcher looks at the object for a moment, and then throws it into the rubbish-basket, -with a laugh if he is goodnatured, with a curse if he is vicious or disappointed. Let it lie there, though the dead miser valued it above all his bank stock, and |