. Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . my eyes he always thought so lovely,â No longer clear and bright,Since there is no dear face to mirror in them,â Forever shun the light. <(And that of all the torments ever suffered, Partings most hard to bear;That like a dream the echo of his voice is ringing Forever in my ear. (< But since it is for his dear sake I suffer, My heavy heart grows light; âGoodness! how many things Id like to tell him If I could only write! But, padreM â wBravo, Amor! Ill copy and conclude there. Our learning should be clear that one ne
. Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . my eyes he always thought so lovely,â No longer clear and bright,Since there is no dear face to mirror in them,â Forever shun the light. <(And that of all the torments ever suffered, Partings most hard to bear;That like a dream the echo of his voice is ringing Forever in my ear. (< But since it is for his dear sake I suffer, My heavy heart grows light; âGoodness! how many things Id like to tell him If I could only write! But, padreM â wBravo, Amor! Ill copy and conclude there. Our learning should be clear that one needs for this style of writing Small Latin and less Greek. Campoamor (Spanish).Translation of Ellen Watson. LOVE AND YOUTH Two winged genii in the airI greeted as they passed me by:The one a bow and quiver bare,The other shouted I besought to stay their speed,But never Love nor Youth had heedOf my wild cry. As swift and careless as the wind. Youth fled, nor ever once looked back; lccia nr lAmmermoor. Photogravure from a painting by SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS i6?6l A moment Love was left behind, But followed soon his fellows , loitering at my heart, he bentHis bow, then smiled with changed intent:The string was slack. William James Lin-ion. HOW TO LOVE Love me, but let me never knowJ That I the limit of your love may touch;Always beyond my reach, below, above,I want to feel that I may find your me, but â not too much. Paint it in quiet, tender tints: The fragrant flowers of spring wear such,And summer lies beyond them. In a blazeOf brilliant hues the fall flowers end their days. Love me, but â not too much. Let it be like the soft blue sky, That folds the earth around with gentle touch:Not like the crimson clouds at set of darkness follows them, and day is done. Love me, but â not too much. Like the new moon I want your love: My life will brighten neath its pure white full moon gives great floods of silver light,And then
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