He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
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He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
And banner waves, and trumpet sounds,
And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,
The dusk of centuries and of song.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

To love is like playing the piano. First, you must learn to play by the rules. Then, you must forget read more

To love is like playing the piano. First, you must learn to play by the rules. Then, you must forget the rules and play from your heart.

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a read more

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.

I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older - the natural read more

She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older - the natural sequence of an unnatural
beginning.