Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight By Charles Mackay |
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LXXIV. A TRIAD OF LOVE LYRICS.
I. THE GENTLE TYRANT.
Give all your love, or none of it,
I claim nor more, nor less,
The whole wide empire of your heart
To hold and to possess.
I brook no partial share in what
Should be entirely mine;
He scorns divided loyalty
Who rules by right divine.
I claim nor more, nor less,
The whole wide empire of your heart
To hold and to possess.
I brook no partial share in what
Should be entirely mine;
He scorns divided loyalty
Who rules by right divine.
No shade of love that went before,
No fancy even must stand,
Betwixt me and the perfect truth
I covet at your hand.
'Tis all, or nothing, that I crave,
And if your thought rebel,
Friendship may linger if it will,
But Love must say farewell!
No fancy even must stand,
Betwixt me and the perfect truth
I covet at your hand.
'Tis all, or nothing, that I crave,
And if your thought rebel,
Friendship may linger if it will,
But Love must say farewell!
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II. FAIR AND CRUEL.
Your eyes the morning light eclipse,
Your smiles compel us to adore,
Wit and good humour curve your lips—
What would you more?
Your smiles compel us to adore,
Wit and good humour curve your lips—
What would you more?
All women praise you or approve,
All men your fav'ring glance implore,
You scatter joy where'er you move—
What would you more?
All men your fav'ring glance implore,
You scatter joy where'er you move—
What would you more?
To know you, is your love to crave,
I love you from the heart's deep core;
Your scorn will drive me to the grave—
What would you more?
I love you from the heart's deep core;
Your scorn will drive me to the grave—
What would you more?
III.
“Love me little, love me long,”Is the burthen of a song
That never shall be song of mine,
Or whispered from my heart to thine;
Greater bliss I crave and claim—
No glow-worm's lamp, but living flame
Must feed the fires our souls implore—
So love me much, for evermore!
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