love
What's our baggage? Only vows, Happiness, and all our care, And the flower that — Victor Hugo
If you become a Nun, dear, The bishop Love will be; The Cupids every one, dear! — Leigh Hunt
From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love To long for, pureness to des — Jean Ingelow
But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever di — Helen Hunt Jackson
Love has a tide! — Helen Hunt Jackson
When love is at its best, one loves So much that he cannot forget. — Helen Hunt Jackson
Love's like the flies, and, drawing-room or garret, goes all over a house. — Douglas Jerrold
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust — John Keats
I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every ho — John Keats
When late I attempted your pity to move, Why seemed you so deaf to my prayers? P — J. P. Kemble
What's this dull town to me? Robin's not near— He whom I wished to see, Wished f — Caroline Keppel
Sing, for faith and hope are high— None so true as you and I— Sing the Lovers' L — Rudyard Kipling