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Start not, nor deem my spot fled; In me behold the only skull From which, unlike a living head, Whatever flows is never dull. I liv'd, I lov'd, I quaff'd like thee; I died, but earth my bones resign: Fill up thou canst not injure me, The worm hath fouler lips than thine.
Cel. But are you, Sir, in earnest? Bel. In earnest? Yes, by all that's good, I am; I love you more than I do Life, or Heaven! Cel. But pray, how long, Sir, have you lov'd me so? Bel. From the first moment that I saw your Eyes, Your charming killing Eyes, I did adore 'em; And ever since have languisht Day and Night. Nur.
Lov'd by the Good, esteemed by the Wise, To gracious Heav'n, a pleasing sacrifice. Hail Music, Foretaste of celestial Joy! That always satiasts, yet canst never cloy: Each pure, refin'd, extatic Pleasure's thine, Thou rapt'rous Science! Harmony divine!
I breathe here the winds that perchance have pass'd O'er the fields and the rivers of my own natal shore; And mayhap they will bring on the returning blast The sighs that lov'd being upon them has cast Messages sweet from the love I first bore.
II. With the burthen of sound we are laden, Like the bells on the trees of Aden,* When they thrill with a tinkling tone At the Wind from the Holy Throne, Hark, as we move around, We shake off the buds of sound; Thy presence, Beloved, is Aden. III. Sweet chime that I hear and wake I would, for my lov'd one's sake, That I were a sound like thee, To the depths of his heart to flee.
"I lov'd him not; and yet now he is gone, I feel I am alone. I check'd him while he spoke; yet could he speak, Alas! I would not check. For reasons not to love him once I sought, And wearied all my thought." And now Mary had, as she thought, dismissed both her lovers. But they looked on their dismissals with very different eyes.
I am, and these are Gentlemen of Quality, That long have lov'd your Daughter and your Niece; Don Cinthio this, and this is Don Charmante, The Vice-Roy's Nephews both. Who found as Men 'twas impossible to enjoy 'em, And therefore try'd this Stratagem. Cin. Sir, I beseech you, mitigate your Grief, Although indeed we are but mortal Men, Yet we shall love you, serve you, and obey you. Doct.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Naething could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met or never parted We had ne'er been broken-hearted. The "essence of a thousand love tales" is in that one little song.
"But, dear Delia, when your anger has cool'd " "My anger was brief: I am disappointed, rather. With her last breath, almost, Joan said you were weaker than she: she lov'd you better than I, and read you clearer. You are weak.
"And shall I leave my best? Wilt not come, too, dear Jack?" "Delia!" I stammer'd. "What is this? I thought you lov'd me not." "And so did I, Jack: and thinking so, I found I loved thee better than ever. Fie on thee, now! May not a maid change her mind without being forced to such unseemly, brazen words?" And she heav'd a mock sigh.
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