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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.
Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to read more
Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man's last romance.
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.
Absence lessens half-hearted passions, and increases great ones, as the wind puts out candles and yet stirs up the fire.
Absence lessens half-hearted passions, and increases great ones, as the wind puts out candles and yet stirs up the fire.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That read more
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what world calls a romance.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but read more
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
