If the damsel smiled Now one day's caprice Weighs down years of smiling, Love is bought and sold. In the days of old. Thomas Love Peacock [1785-1866] SONG How delicious is the winning Yet remember, 'midst your wooing, Love he comes, and Love he tarries, Longest stays, when sorest chidden; Laughs and flies, when pressed and bidden. Bind the sea to slumber stilly, Bind its odor to the lily, Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver, Then bind Love to last forever! Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel: Love's wing moults when caged and captured, Only free, he soars enraptured. Stanzas Can you keep the bee from ranging, In the knot there's no untying. 475 Thomas Campbell [1777-1844] STANZAS COULD Love for ever Run like a river, And Time's endeavor Be tried in vain No other pleasure And like a treasure We'd hug the chain. But since our sighing Ends not in dying, And, formed for flying, Love plumes his wing; Then for this reason But let that season When lovers parted And, all hopes thwarted, Expect to die; For whom they sigh! They pluck Love's feather From out his wing- He'll stay for ever, But sadly shiver Without his plumage, Like Chiefs of Faction, His life is action A formal paction That curbs his reign, Obscures his glory, Quits with disdain. He must move onRepose but cloys him, Retreat destroys him, Love brooks not a Degraded throne. Wait not, fond lover! Till years are over, And then recover, As from a dream. While each bewailing The other's failing, With wrath and railing, All hideous scemWhile first decreasing, Yet not quite ceasing, Wait not till teasing All passion blight: If once diminished Love's reign is finishedThen part in friendship, And bid good-night. So shall Affection To recollection The dear connection They Speak O' Wiles" Bring back with joy: Your last embraces As through the past; True, separations Ask more than patience; What desperations From such have risen! But yet remaining, What is 't but chaining Hearts which, once waning, Beat 'gainst their prison? Time can but cloy love, Is but for boys- Though sharper, shorter, To wean and not Wear out your joys. 477 George Gordon Byron [1788-1824] "THEY SPEAK O' WILES" THEY speak o' wiles in woman's smiles, An' ruin in her ee; I ken they bring a pang at whiles That's unco' sair to dree; But mind ye this, the half-ta 'en kiss, Is, heaven kens, fu' sweet amends, When two leal hearts in fondness meet, Life's tempests howl in vain; Shall hapless prudence shake its pow? Shall cauldrife caution fear? Oh, dinna, dinna droun the lowe That lights a heaven here! William Thom [1798?-1848] "LOVE WILL FIND OUT THE WAY” OVER the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves, Under floods that are deepest, Over rocks that are steepest, Where there is no place For the glow-worm to lie, For receipt of a fly, Where the midge dares not venture, You may esteem him A child for his might, Or you may deem him |