I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; And own no other function. So singular in each particular, Each your doing, Crowns what you're doing in the present deeds, She's gane to dwall in heaven-my lassie, She's gane to dwall in heaven; Ye're owre pure, quo' the voice of God, For dwalling out o' heaven. O what 'l she do in heaven, my lassie, O what 'l she do in heaven? She'll mix her ain thoughts wi' angels' sangs, An' make them mair meet for heaven. She was beluv'd by a', my lassie, She was beluv'd by a'; But an angel fell in luve wi' her, And took her frae us a'.2 1 Winter's Tale, act iv. 91 2 Cromek's Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song, 15. the rest of this beautiful ballad ;-too long to be given here -C. See CHAP. VII. LOVE. I UNDERSTAND by this passion, Love, the union of desire, friendship, and tenderness which is inflamed by a single female; which prefers her to the rest of her sex, and which seeks her possession as the supreme, the sole happiness of our being.' I know—no matter if by experience or the reports of others—but I do know, that to love, as I would love, would be to yield not an iota to avarice, not one inch to vanity, not to sacrifice the slightest feeling to interest or to ambition, but to give up all to fidelity of heart, and reciprocal affection." Yes, it was love, -if thoughts of tenderness, 1 Gibbon. 2 Peveril of the Peak. 3 The Corsair. In joyous youth what soul has never known There be, perhaps, who barren hearts avow, Love is life's end; an end, but never ending; Shepherd! what's love? I pray thee tell; It is that fountain and that well 1 Pleasures of Hope. 2 Spenser, Britain's Ida. Yet, what is love? good shepherd, sain. -It is a sunshine mixed with rain; It is a yea, it is a nay, A pretty kind of sporting fray, And this is love, as I hear say.1 Shep. See, love, the blushes of the morn appear, (Robb'd from the Eastern shore) Nymph. Those streaks of doubtful light usher not day, But show my sun must set: no more Shall shine till thou return: The yellow planets and the grey Dawn shall attend thee on thy way. Shep. If thine eyes gild my paths, they may forbear Their useless shine. Nymph. My tears will quite Extinguish their faint light. Shep. Those drops will make their beams more clear; Love's flames will shine in every tear.2 And wilt thou leave me thus? 1 Sir Walter Raleigh. See England's Helicon. 2 Thomas Carew. 3 Sir Thomas Wyatt. To soothe thy woes, or watch thy broken slumbers! And, when the silent tear o'erflows thine eye, None, with the warm and cordial lip of love, To love thee Is to be tender, happy, pure; "Tis from low passions to escape, And woo bright virtue's fairest shape; 'Tis ecstacy with wisdom join'd, And heaven infused into the mind.2 A love,―that makes breath poor, and speech unable:Beyond all manner of so much I love you.3 Love still, In loving thou dost well, in passion not, By which to heavenly love thou may'st ascend, Yes; love, indeed, is light from heaven, A spark of that celestial fire, With angels shared, by Alla given, What are the summer skies to me, And the kissing breeze of its greenest bowers? |