In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Eleu loro There shall he be lying. Her wing shall the eagle flap His warm blood the wolf shall lap By his grave ever; Never, O never! Eleu loro Never, O never! Sir Walter Scott. CCXXVIII. LOVE UPBRAIDING. TO LOVE, AND LOVE. O LIGHT of dead and of dying days! In a rosy mist and a moony haze, O'er the pathless peaks of snow. But what is left for the cold grey soul, That moans like a wounded dove? One wine is left in the broken bowl'T is-To love, and love, and love. George MacDonald. CCXXIX. LOVE UPBRAIDING. THE SELF-BANISHED. IT is not that I love you less Than when before your feet I lay; But to prevent the sad increase Of hopeless love, I keep away. In vain, alas! for everything Which I have known belong to you Your form does to my fancy bring, And makes my old wounds bleed anew. Who in the Spring, from the new sun, Too late begins those shafts to shun, Which Phoebus through his veins has shot: Too late he would the pain assuage, But vowed I have, and never must Edmund Waller. CCXXX. LOVE UPBRAIDING. TO AN INCONSTANT MISTRESS. WHEN thou, poor excommunicate Which my strong faith shall purchase me, A fairer hand than thine shall cure That heart which thy false oaths did wound, And to my soul a soul more pure Than thine shall by love's hand be bound, Then shalt thou weep, entreat, complain To love, as I did once to thee; When all thy tears shall be as vain Damned for thy false apostacy. Thomas Carew. CCXXXI. LOVE UPBRAIDING. TO BE HIS VALENTINE. CHOOSE me your valentine; Promise, and keep your vows, Or vow ye never; Troth-breakers ever. You have broke promise twice, Dear, to undo me; If you prove faithless thrice, None then will woo thee. Robert Herrick. CCXXXII. LOVE UPBRAIDING. TO A FALSE MISTRESS. SEND home my long strayed eyes to me, But if they there have learned such ill, And false passions, That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight, keep them still. Send home my harmless heart again, Which no unworthy thought could stain; To make jestings Of protestings, And break both Word and oath, Keep it still, 't is none of mine. Yet send me back my heart and eyes, And dost languish For some one That will none, Or prove as false as thou dost now. John Donne. CCXXXIII. LOVE UPBRAIDING. TO LOVE NO MORE. I LOVED thee once, I'll love no more; Nothing could have my love o'erthrown, When new desires had conquered thee, Not constancy to love thee still. Yea, it had been a sin to go Yet do thou glory in thy choice, Sir Robert Aytoun. CCXXXIV. LOVE UPBRAIDING. A FICKLE FAIR ONE. I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair, And I might have gone near to love thee, Had I not found the slightest prayer That lips could speak, had power to move thee; But I can let thee now alone As worthy to be loved by none. I do confess thou'rt sweet, but find Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets; Thy favours are but like the wind, |