I can give not what men call love, The worship the heart lifts above 1821. 1824. ΤΟ MUSIC, when soft voices die, Odors, when sweet violets sicken, 1821. 1824. Percy Bysshe Shelley. STANZAS FOR MUSIC THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: 16 When, as if its sound were causing And the midnight moon is weaving So the spirit bows before thee, Like the swell of Summer's ocean. 1816. 8 16 Lord Byron. WHEN we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning 8 SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that 's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. How Delicious is the Winning One shade the more, one ray the less, Or softly lightens o'er her face; And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, A mind at peace with all below, 1815. A heart whose love is innocent! 18 Lord Byron. HOW DELICIOUS IS THE WINNING How delicious is the winning Yet remember, 'midst your wooing, 8 Love he comes, and Love he tarries, Bind the sea to slumber stilly, Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver, Then bind Love to last for ever! 16 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. Can you keep the bee from ranging, 1851? 20 24 Thomas Campbell. SONG SHE is not fair to outward view As many maidens be, Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me; Oh! then I saw her eye was bright, But now her looks are coy and cold, |