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Adieu Love, adieu Love, untrue Love,
(Unknown. The Unfaithful Shepherdess (l. 7). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)
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I first tasted under Apollo's lips
love and love sweetness,
I Evadne....
(Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Evadne.")
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All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
(Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso) (43 B.C.-A.D. 17/18), Roman poet. Remedia Amoris, l. 462.)
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Do we mean love, when we say love?
(Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), Irish dramatist, novelist. Words in "Words and Music," one of the dramatic pieces in Cascando, p. 25, Grove Press (1968).)
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It is best to love wisely, no doubt: but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
(William Makepeace Thackeray (1811-1863), British author. Pendennis, ch. 6 (1848-1850).)
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But to see her, was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.
(Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Ae Fond Kiss (l. 11-12). . .
New Oxford Book of Eighteenth Century Verse, The. Roger Lonsdale, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.)
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Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.
(Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910), Russian novelist, philosopher. Prince Andrew, in War and Peace, bk. 12, ch. 4 (1868-1869).)
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trying to live in the terrible western world
here where to love at all's to be a politician, as to love a poem
is pretentious,
(Frank O'Hara (1926-1966), U.S. poet. Ode: Salute to the French Negro Poets (l. 7-9). . .
New American Poetry, The, 1945-1960. Donald M. Allen, ed. (1960) Grove Press.)
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