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SCENE I. The Abbey at Bury St. Edmund's.

Tell me, gentle o tell, Roamer of the hill and dell, Tell me if thou'st met a maid Wand'ring through these bowers of shade. of spring, And where summer's hand uncloses Rays to ripen beauty's roses; throb of that wild pain Firing soul and racking brain, Which the absence hours awake, . Money-diggers seldom find gold!. Tell me, gentle zephyr' tell, Roamer of the hill and dell, Tell me if thou'st met a maid Wand'ring through these bowers of shade. And where summer's hand uncloses Rays to o beauty's roses; Ringlets that of that wild pain Firing soul and racking brain, which the absence hours awake, . Money-diggers seldom find gold!. Tell me, gentle o tell, Roamer of the hill and dell, Tell me if thou'st met a maid spring, And where summer's hand uncloses Rays to o beauty's roses; Ringlets that of that wild pain Firing soul and racking brain Which the absence hours awake, . Money-diggers seldom find gold: After committing several depredations, the.

Rieu Whatever we do or suffer for a friend is pleasant, because love is the principal cause of pleasure. In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities. Life's Idealp. Remember that time slurs over everything, let all deeds fade, blurs all writings and kills all memories. Exempt are only those which dig into the hearts of men by love. Polish Academy of Sciences,page 72 All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete.

We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope. All the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect who might be searching for us.

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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!

Ah, love, let us be true To one another! Matthew ArnoldDover BeachSt. Matthew ArnoldCulture and AnarchyCh. I, Sweetness and Light Full text online What love will make you do All the things that we accept Be the things that we regret AshantiFoolish January 29, from the April 2, album Ashanti The Eskimo has fifty-two names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love.

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The Eskimos had 52 names for snow because it was important to them; there ought to be as many for love. Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.

AudenSeptember 1, Lines ; for a anthology text the poet changed this line to "We must love one another and die" to avoid what he regarded as a falsehood in the original. Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: Love, and do what thou wilt: Love and then what you will, do. What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want.

It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like. What sort of shape does it have? What sort of height does it have? What sort of feet does it have? What sort of hands does it have? No one can say. Yet it has feet, for they lead to the Church. It has hands, for they stretch out to the poor person. It has eyes, for that is how he is in need is understood: Blessed, it says, is he who understands. Boniface Ramsey, Works of St. New City Press,Homily 7, Para 10, p.

Quantum in te crescit amor, tantum crescit pulchritudo; quia ipsa charitas est animae pulchritudo.

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Beauty grows in you to the extent that love grows, because charity itself is the soul 's beauty. Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims, or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there. It gives one the image of a giant's den in a romance, bestrewed with scattered heads and mangled limbs.

Pitman,p. I find myself just in the same situation of mind you describe as your own, heartily wishing the good, that is the quiet of my country, and hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few. Party is the madness of many, for the gain of a few.

The stoic husband was the glorious thing. The man had courage, was a sage, 'tis true, And lov'd his country. Epilogue to Rowe's Jane Shore Well, if our author in the wife offends He has a husband that will make amends; He draws him gentle, tender, and forgiving, And sure such kind good creatures may be living. Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, "A Farewell to London"st.

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Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease! I am growing fit, I hope, for a better world, of which light of the sun is but a shadow: The separation of my soul and body is what I could think of with less pain; for I sm very sure he that made it will take care of it, and in whatever state he pleases it shall be, that state must be right; but I cannot think without tears of beingseparated from my friends, when their condition is so douubtful, that they may want even such assistance as mine In a letter LXXVIIas found in Letters of Mr.

And Several of His Friends. I think it was a generous thought, and one that fow'd from an exalted mind, that it was not improbable but God might be delighted with the various methods of worshipping him, which divided the whole world. Letter, February 10, Each finding like a friend Something to blame, and something to commend. Jervas"lines 21— Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.

Methinks God has punish'd the Avaritious as he often punishes sinners, in their own way, in the ver sin itself: As for the few who have the good fortune to remain with half of what they imagined they had among whom is your humble servantl, I would have them sensible of their felicity, and convinced of the truth of old Hesiod's maxim, who, after half his estate was swallowed by the Directors of those days, resolv'd, that half to be more than the whole.

In his letter to Atterbury Bishop of Rochester. Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.

A similar remark was made in a letter to John Gay 16 October Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed. Absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.

Know, sense, like charity, begins at home. So unaffected, so compos'd a mind; So firm, yet soft; so strong, yet so retin'd; Heav'n, as its purest gold, by tortures try'd; The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died. Reported in The Poems of Alexander Pope, ed. John Butt, sixth edition Yale University Press,p.

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