Relationships and Family

I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

In her first passion woman loves her lover, In all the others, all she loves is love.

Is always so to women; one sole bond Awaits them, treachery is all their trust; Taught to conceal, their bursting hearts despond Over their idol, till some wealthier lust Buys them in marriage—and what rests beyond? A thankless husband, next a faithless lover, Then dressing, nursing, praying, and all’s over.

Is always so to women; one sole bond Awaits them, treachery is all their trust; Taught to conceal, their bursting hearts despond Over their idol, till some wealthier lust Buys them in marriage—and what rests beyond? A thankless husband, next a faithless lover, Then dressing, nursing, praying, and all’s over.

’Tis sweet to hear the watchdog’s honest bark Bay deep-mouth’d welcome as we draw near home; ’Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come.

A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne’er consent”—consented.

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, Is much more common where the climate’s sultry.

Fare thee well! and if forever, Still forever, fare thee well.

There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, When the glow of early thought declines in feeling’s dull decay.

Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter’d its rank breath, nor bow’d To its idolatries a patient knee.

Like to the apples on the Dead Sea’s shore, All ashes to the taste.

There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium’s capital had gather’d then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o’er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look’d love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

Had sigh’d to many, though he loved but one.

Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!

I only know we loved in vain; I only feel—farewell! farewell!

“Friendship is Love without his wings!”

Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips.

Oh! ever thus, from childhood’s hour, I’ve seen my fondest hope decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But ’twas the first to fade away. I never nurs’d a dear gazelle To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die.

Oft in the stilly night, Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The words of love then spoken; The cheerful hearts now broken.

The light that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.

But there’s nothing half so sweet in life As love’s young dream.

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms Which I gaze on so fondly today, Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms, Like fairy gifts fading away, Thou would’st still be ador’d as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.