{"1": {"fulltext": "BecAuse\\nI Loye YOU\\nANNA e, MACK", "height": "3402", "width": "1969", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nSlielfEi?-\\\\iS4\\n-i^a\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3307", "width": "1884", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3233", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3212", "width": "1652", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3233", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3148", "width": "1884", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3233", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3148", "width": "1884", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU", "height": "3233", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3232", "width": "1884", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU\\npom^ of lolie\\nSELECTED AND ARRANGED BY\\nANNA E; MACK\\nLove is too precious to be named\\nSave with a reverence deep and high.\\nLEE AND SHEPARD Publishers\\nlo MILK STREET\\nBOSTON\\n^/37^\\nv^", "height": "3233", "width": "1989", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Copyright, 1894\\nBy Lee and Shepard\\nAll rights reserved\\nBecause I Love You\\nJohn Wilson and Son, Cambridge, U.S.A.", "height": "3232", "width": "1884", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "MY DEAREST FRIEND,\\nTHESE POEMS, EXPRESSING WHAT IS TRUEST AND NOBLEST\\nAND BEST IN HUMAN AFFECTION, AND LEADING\\nTO THE DEARER LOVE OF GOD, ARE\\nSELECTED AND ARRANGED\\nBECAUSE I LOVE YOU.\\nANNA E. MACK.", "height": "3233", "width": "1989", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3232", "width": "1884", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "T^HE Editor wishes to thank most cordially the\\nauthors who have so kindly permitted the use of\\ntheir poems, and the publishers for permission to use\\ncopyrighted poems, Messrs. Charles Scribner s\\nSons, Roberts Brothers, Macmillan Co., George\\nGottsberger Peck; Houghton, Mifflin Co., and,\\nothers, by whose permission, and by arrangement\\nwith whom, selections have been made from the fol-\\nlowino; authors, whose works they publish:\\nGeorge Arnold.\\nAlice and Phcebe Gary.\\nRalph Waldo Emerson.\\nJohn Hay.\\nOliver Wendell Holmes.\\nWilliam Dean Howells.\\nGeorge Houghton.\\nEllen Mackay Hutchinson.\\nLucy Larcom.\\nOscar Laighton.\\nHenry Wadsworth Long-\\nfellow.\\nJames Russell Lowell.\\nS. Weir Mitchell.\\nRiver Forest, III.\\nE. S. Phelps-Ward.\\nLaura C. Redden.\\nMargaret J. Preston.\\nJohn G. Sake.\\nFrank Dempster Sherman.\\nEdmund Clarence Sted-\\nman.\\nStuart Sterne.\\nBayard Taylor.\\nCelia Thaxter.\\nEdith M. Thomas.\\nJohn Greenleaf Whittier.\\nElizabeth Whittier.\\nMrs. a. D. T. Whitney.\\nA. E. M.", "height": "3233", "width": "1989", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3232", "width": "1884", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "LIST OF AUTHORS.\\nAddison, Joseph. page\\nWith what a graceful tenderness he loves 113\\nLove is not to be reasoned down or lost 140\\nAllen, Elizabeth Akers.\\nFour Words 80\\nAngelo, Michael.\\nSonnet, If it be true that any beauteous thing 51\\nArnold, Edwin.\\nFrom The Book of Love 5\\nA Lover with his Loved One sailed the Sea 10\\nOh, if thou be st True Lover 37\\nOn a Cyclamen 106\\nToo full of Love my soul is to find place 152\\nNaught is the same as if Love had not been 196\\nNot Death is strong enough to part asunder 212\\nHe and She 213\\nArnold, Matthew.\\nCalais Sands 55\\nLovers 116\\nAh, Love let us be true 148\\nArnold, George.\\nAmong the Heather 165\\nA Farewell 211\\nArmstrong, George Francis.\\nI loved thee for that dear deep lovingness 54\\nix", "height": "3233", "width": "1989", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "Bailey, Philip James. page\\nIf aught can make me seek 42\\nI remember the only wise thing I ever did 49\\nIt has been such a day as that, thou knowest 88\\nBayly, Thomas Haynes.\\nWon t You 92\\nBarlow, George.\\nLove on Deck eg\\nLife s Gifts 123\\nLove s Final Powers 149\\nTogether 201\\nBeaumont and Fletcher.\\nI did hear you talk far above singing 115\\nBest, Susie M.\\nHerein is Love 11\\nBlake, William.\\nLove seeketh not itself to please 12\\nBlake, James V.\\nWedded 132\\nBolton, Sara K.\\nOne Face 77\\nBosTwicK, Helen Barron.\\nUrvasi 81\\nBrewer, Daniel Chauncey.\\nSoftly the Evening Shadows 43\\nBrickhead, William Hunter.\\nHe was a friend indeed 18\\nBrooke, Stopford A.\\nMay and Love 1 14\\nBrowning, Elizabeth Barrett.\\nA Woman s Shortcomings 13\\nMy Kate 25\\nThree Kisses 113\\nMy Letters 114\\nX", "height": "3232", "width": "1884", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Browning, Robert. page\\nFor life, with all it yields of joy or woe 4\\nLove is the only good in the world 126\\nLove among the Ruins 134\\nBruce, Wallace.\\nNo life is so strong and complete 18\\nBuchanan, Robert.\\nTo Harriett 45\\nFrom In the Garden 115\\nBurns, Robert.\\nFrom The Cotter s Saturday Night 8\\nA Red, Red Rose 59\\nMy Jean 146\\nByron, George Gordon Noel, Lord.\\nLove 4\\nGary, Alice.\\nLove blessed Love if we could hang our walls 2\\nFrom Life s Mysteries 91\\nLove s light is strange to you .f* Ah, me! 128\\nThe Unwise Choice 181.\\nI hear a Dear, Familiar Tone 191\\nO winds ye are too rough, too rough 206\\nGary, Phcebe.\\nTrue Love 9\\nThe chords of love must be strong as death 68\\nLife may to you bring every good 122\\nCarpenter, Henry Bernard.\\nHe sang out of his soul what he found there 140\\nGassels, Walter R.\\nLove took me softly by the Hand in\\nGlemmer, Mary.\\nFor they alone have need of sorrow 143\\nGood-by, Sweetheart 166\\nWords for Parting 168\\nxi", "height": "3233", "width": "1989", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Coleridge, Samuel Taylor. page\\nAnswer to a Child s Question ii6\\nThither where he lies buried 172\\nCooke, Rose Terry.\\nPour out thy love like the rush of a river 30\\nBest 127\\nCraik, Dinah Maria Muloch.\\nI love you. Words are small 70\\nThe Boat of my Lover 163\\nPeace, wild- wrung hands hush, sobbing breath 172\\nThree Meetings 209\\nCrofts, George W.\\nI Love You, Dear 71\\nDe Vere, Aubrey.\\nHappy are They who kiss Thee 48\\nDickens, Charles.\\nSong 201\\nDorr, Julia C. R.\\nThornless Roses 195\\nDouglas.\\nAnnie Laurie 64\\nEliot, George.\\nTwo Lovers 107\\nI think we had the chief of all love s joys 1x5\\nEmerson, Ralph Waldo.\\nGive all to love 39\\nFriendship 47\\nEros 138\\nGannett, W. C.\\nIn Twos 199\\nGardiner, Celia E.\\nBut oh twas hard to have him go, to know 164\\nGilder, Richard Watson.\\nOh, Love is not a Summer Mood 7\\nxii", "height": "3232", "width": "1936", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Gilder, Richard Watson {conthmed). page\\nThe Smile of her I love 66\\nNot from the whole wide world I choose thee 88\\nA Woman s Thought 183\\nAfter-Song 207\\nGoethe.\\nThe Loved One Ever Near 164\\nGray, Maxwell.\\nRondel 178\\nGreenwell, Dora.\\nHome 102\\nHalm.\\nA Question 12\\nHavergal, Francis Ridley.\\nFrom The Message of an ^olian Harp, We\\ncannot love too much 31\\nHay, John.\\nLove s Prayer 66\\nHayne, Paul Hamilton.\\nLove scorns Degrees 141\\nTwo Epochs 203\\nHemans, Felicia Dorothea.\\nHappy, happier far than thou 99\\nLove and Death 212\\nHenley, William Ernest.\\nLove Notes 117\\nHood, Thomas.\\n1 Love Thee 72\\nHolmes, Oliver Wendell.\\nThe Girdle of Friendship 21\\nWhere we love is home 108\\nO lady, there be many things no\\nHolland, Josiah Gilbert.\\nA Tribute 24\\nxiii", "height": "3233", "width": "1989", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "Holland, Josiah Gilbert [continued). pagb\\nFrom The Mistress of the Manse 45\\nEureka 123\\nFrom Katrina 132\\nHoLLEY, Marietta.\\nSummer lOO\\nHolm, Saxe.\\nI cannot think but God must know 190\\nHoughton, George.\\nFour-Leaf Clover 94\\nHowELLS, William Dean.\\nGone 161\\nHowiTT, Mary.\\nOLife! what after- joy hast thou 122\\nHugo, Victor.\\nAn Extravaganza 129\\nHunt, Leigh.\\nFor there are two heavens, sweet 105\\nBetter Things 131\\nHutchinson, Ellen Mackay.\\nAll the Year Round .144\\nIngelow, Jean.\\nLearn that to love is the one way to know 32\\nLove 67\\nLovers 90\\nA weak white girl 98\\nLove s Thread of Gold 133\\nDivided 191\\nI have the Courage to be Gay 196\\nJackson, Helen Hunt.\\nLove s Fulfilling 35\\nTwo Truths 1 53\\nForgiven 157\\nA Woman s Death-Wound 182\\nBurnt Ships 184\\nxiv", "height": "3232", "width": "1936", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Jewett, Sophie. page\\nA Friendship 49\\nJuan II., King of Castile.\\nI never knew it, Love, till now 141\\nKemble, Frances Anne.\\nAbsence 162\\nKetchum, Annie Chambers.\\nI cannot tell the spell that binds thine image 1 50\\nKingsley, Charles.\\nOh, That we Two were Maying 112\\nLaighton, Oscar.\\nThe Clover Blossoms 63\\nLandon, Letitia Elizabeth.\\nAll true deep feeling purifies the heart 50\\nFrom The Ancestress 79\\nShe was sent forth 200\\nLanier, Sidney.\\nEvening Song 96\\nLarcom, Lucy.\\nA Friend 19\\nIn the Air 50\\nThe cup of love the hands of two hold 95\\nThe Little Brown Cabin 100\\nAnd in that twilight hush, God drew their hearts 105\\nThe gate of Heaven is Love 138\\nThere is hope that is never put by 180\\nLocker, Frederick.\\nA Nice Correspondent 61\\nLongfellow, Henry Wadsworth.\\nFrom The Spanish Student S;^\\nSo these lives that had run thus far in separate\\nchannels 98\\nFrom The Hanging of the Crane 106\\nSomething the heart must have to cherish 1 11\\nFrom The Children of the Lord s Supper 138\\nXV", "height": "3233", "width": "1989", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth {continued). page\\nFrom Evangeline 149\\nI do not love thee less for what is done 152\\nfriend O best of friends Thy absence more 160\\nFrom Michael Angelo 161\\nThe Two Locks of Hair 175\\nFrom Evangeline 192\\nLowell, James Russell.\\nLove 3\\nWith my love this knowledge too was given 52\\nHer fittest triumph is to show that good 158\\nThink not in death my love could ever cease 180\\nLynch, Anne C.\\nGo forth in life not seeking Love 34\\nLytton, Edward Robert Bulwer.\\nAnd love What was love, then 14\\nO, near Ones, dear Ones 23\\nMackay, Charles.\\nA Love Extravaganza 65\\nProtestations 82\\nGone 127\\nManville, Marion.\\nScotch Heather 174\\nMarston, Philip Bourke.\\nWhat the Rose saw 89\\nParting Words 168\\nMacDonald, George.\\nThe Sea-Shell 38\\nMiller, Joaquin.\\nFrom The Sea of Fire 7\\nIn a Gondola 60\\n1 simply say that she is good 124\\nMitchell, S Weir.\\nFrom The Cup of Youth", "height": "3232", "width": "1936", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Morris, Lewis. page\\nWhat shall I do for my Love 36\\nMouLTON, Louise Chandler.\\nAt End 217\\nO Shaughnessy, Arthur.\\nA Love Symphony 78\\nPalgrave, Francis Turner.\\nLove s Language 118\\nParker, Benjamin S.\\nThere is a glory in tree and blossom 119\\nPatmore, Coventry.\\nFrom The Angel in the House 46\\nGoing to Church 51\\nShe was mine loi\\nPerry, Nora.\\nTying her Bonnet under her Chin 56\\nPerry, Carlotta.\\nLove is Eternal 210\\nPeterson, Frederick.\\nThe Sweetest Flower that blows 72\\nPhelps, Elizabeth Stuart.\\nA Letter 155\\nPlanche, James Robinson.\\nThey Parted 165\\nPreston, Margaret J.\\nWe Two 217\\nProcter, Adelaide Anne.\\nBecause 75\\nA Shadow 177\\nRedden, Laura C.\\nWhich is Best 193\\nRedi, Francesco.\\nLove, the Musician 48\\nXVll", "height": "3233", "width": "1989", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Riley, James Whitcomb. page\\nAt Noon and Midnight 153\\nA Life Lesson 189\\nRogers, Samuel.\\nMarriage 99\\nRollins, Alice Wellington.\\nI know myself the Best Beloved of all 112\\nRossETTi, Christina G.\\nSonnet, Trust me, I have not earned your dear\\nrebuke 34\\nSonnet, O my heart s heart and you who are to me 7 5\\nRossETTi, Dante Gabriel.\\nThere will I ask of Christ the Lord 210\\nSangster, Margaret Elizabeth.\\nOur Own 154\\nIt isn t the thing you do, dear 157\\nSaxe, John Godfrey.\\nKiss me softly 92\\nScott, Sir Walter.\\nFrom Lay of the Last Minstrel 134\\nShakespeare, William.\\nTrue Love 6\\nShelley, Percy Bysshe.\\nLove s Philosophy 95\\nSherman, Frank Dempster.\\nOn a Clock 118\\nThe Last Letter 142\\nSpofford, Harriet Prescott.\\nMeasure for Measure 74\\nStearne, Stuart.\\nSong from Piero Da Castiglione 117\\nStedman, Edmund Clarence.\\nFrom Alice of Monmouth 15\\nSong from a Drama Ti\\nxviii", "height": "3232", "width": "1936", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Stoddard, Richard Henry. page\\nFrom The Castle in the Air 37\\nUnder the Rose 65\\nThe Two Anchors 103\\nPerhaps it will all come right at last 188\\nSwinburne, Algernon Charles.\\nNothing is better, I well know 1 22\\nTaylor, Bayard.\\nProposal 93\\nThe Song of the Camp 125\\nTaylor, Henry.\\nFrom Artevelde 150\\nTennyson, Alfred.\\nAm I not the nobler through thy love 42\\nFrom The Gardener s Daughter 91\\nIndeed I love thee 95\\nFrom Queen Mary, The Happiest Hour 96\\nFrom Harold 147\\nWe kissed again with Tears 1 56\\nNot to be with you, not to see your face 160\\nDays and Hours 167\\nWhat Sequel? 196\\nLove is come with a song and a smile 198\\nFrom Enoch Arden 202\\nLove and Death 207\\nThaxter, Celia.\\nFor Thoughts 102\\nPresage 185\\nThomas, Edith M.\\nThe Heart s Call 145\\nTiMROD, Henry.\\n1 meet her on the dusty street 54\\nUnknown.\\nWe love but Few 20\\nxix", "height": "3233", "width": "1989", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Washburn, William T. page\\nA Face 44\\nWhittier, John Greenleaf.\\nI m sorry that I spelt the word 71\\nBenedicite 84\\nThe Two Loves 129\\nFrom The Singer 208\\nFrom Snow-Bound 208\\nFrom To Lydia Maria Child 212\\nWhittier, Elizabeth.\\nThe Wedding Veil 173\\nWhitney, Mrs. A. D. T.\\nThe Violet 216\\nWilcox, Ella Wheeler.\\nLove s Coming 5\\nFriendship 22\\nLove Much 33\\nGod measures souls by their capacity 47\\nWoolsey, Sarah Channing.\\nSome Lover s Dear Thought 43\\nLove and Life 144\\nXX", "height": "3232", "width": "1936", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "I.", "height": "3233", "width": "1989", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Love! blessed Love if we could hang our walls witli\\nThe spletidors of a thousand rosy Mays^\\nSurely they would not shine so well as thou dost,\\nLighting our dusty days.\\nWithout thee what a dim and woful story\\nOur years would be oh, excellence sublime\\nsup of the life eternal, brightly growing\\nIn the low soil of time.\\nAlice Gary", "height": "3232", "width": "1936", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "POEMS OF LOVE\\nLOVE\\nTRUE Love is but a humble, low-born thing,\\nAnd hath its food served up in earthenware\\nIt is a thing to walk with hand in hand,\\nThrough the every-dayness of this work-day world,\\nBaring its tender feet to every roughness.\\nYet letting not one heart-beat go astray\\nFrom Beauty s law of plainness and content\\nA simple, fireside thing, whose quiet smile\\nCan warm earth s poorest hovel to a home.\\nWhich, when our autumn cometh, as it must.\\nAnd life in the chill wind shivers bare and leafless,\\nShall still be blest with Indian-summer youth\\nIn bleak November, and, with thankful heart,\\nSmile on its ample stores of garnered fruit.\\nAs full of sunshine to our aged eyes\\nAs when it nursed the blossoms of our spring.\\nSuch is true Love, which steals into the heart\\nWith feet as silent as the lightsome dawn\\nThat kisses smooth the rough brows of the dark,\\nAnd hath its will through blissful gentleness,\\nNot like a rocket, which, with savage glare,\\nWhirs suddenly up, then bursts, and leaves the night\\n3", "height": "3233", "width": "1989", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "Painfully quivering on the dazed eyes;\\nA Love that gives and takes, that seeth faults,\\nNot with flaw-seeking eyes hke needle-points.\\nBut, loving kindly, ever looks them down\\nWith the o ercoming faith of meek forgiveness;\\nA Love that shall be new and fresh each hour,\\nAs is the golden mystery of sunset,\\nOr the sweet coming of the evening star\\nAlike, and yet most unlike, every day.\\nAnd seeming ever best and fairest iiouu.\\nJames Russell Lowell\\nLOVE\\nYES, Love indeed is light from Heaven,\\nA spark of that immortal fire\\nWith angels shared, by Allah given,\\nTo lift from earth our low desire.\\nDevotion wafts the soul above.\\nBut Heaven itself descends in Love.\\nA feeling from the Godhead caught,\\nTo wean from self each sordid thought!\\nA ray of Him who formed the whole\\nA glory circling round the soul\\nLord Byron\\nFOR life, with all it yields of joy or woe,\\nAnd hope and fear.\\nIs just our chance o the prize of learning Love,\\nHow Love might be, hath been, indeed, and is.\\nRobert Browning.\\n4", "height": "3232", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "FROM THE BOOK OF LOVE\\nTHE Poet leads us as I think\\nTo this chief wisdom: that Love is not Love\\nExcept it tear forth Self-love from the breast,\\nAnd so absorb the Lover in that frame\\nOf imaged fairness, where he finds soul s lamp\\nSo draw, and daze, and tangle him with beams\\n(Ever so darkly radiating from God),\\nBeams all for him albeit dull and dim\\nThat he shall quite forget what else was dear,\\nWealth, comfort, peace, pleasure nay, life itself\\nTo live and die in light of those bright eyes.\\nIn reach of those sole arms, in blissful range\\nOf music echoing from that one sweet mouth.\\nEdwin Arnold\\nLOVE S COMING\\nSHE had looked for his coming as warriors come.\\nWith the clash of arms and the bugle s call;\\nBut he came instead with a stealthy tread\\nWhich she did not hear at all.\\nShe had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,\\nAs he rode like a Prince to claim his bride\\nIn the sweet, dim light of the falling night\\nShe found him at her side.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye\\nWould wake her heart to a sudden glow\\nShe found in his face the familiar grace\\nOf a friend she used to know.\\nShe had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,\\nAs the ocean is stirred by the wild storm s strife\\nHe brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,\\nAnd a peace which crowned her life.\\nElla Wheeler Wilcox\\nTRUE LOVE\\nLET me not to the marriage of true minds\\nAdmit impediments. Love is not love\\nWhich alters when it alteration finds,\\nOr bends with the remover to remove\\nO, no it is an ever-fixed mark,\\nThat looks on tempests and is never shaken\\nIt is the star to every wandering bark.\\nWhose worth s unknown although his height be taken.\\nLove s not Time s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks\\nWithin his bending sickle s compass come\\nLove alters not with his brief hours and weeks,\\nBut bears it out even to the edge of doom.\\nIf this be error and upon me proved,\\nI never writ, nor no man ever loved.\\nWilliam Shakespeare", "height": "3232", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "OH, LOVE IS NOT A SUMMER MOOD\\nOH, love is not a summer mood.\\nNor flying phantom of the brain.\\nNor youthful fever of the blood.\\nNor dream, nor fate, nor circumstance.\\nLove is not born of blinded chance,\\nNor bred in simple ignorance.\\nLove is the flower of maidenhood\\nLove is the fruit of mortal pain\\nAnd she hath winter in her blood.\\nTrue love is steadfast as the skies,\\nAnd once alight she never flies\\nAnd love is strong, and love is wise.\\nRichard Watson Gilder\\nFROM THE SEA OF FIRE\\nHOW still she was. She only knew\\nHis love. She saw no life beyond.\\nShe loved with love that only lives\\nOutside itself and selfishness,\\nA love that glows in its excess\\nA love that melts pure gold, and gives\\nThenceforth to all who come to woo\\nNo coins but this face stamped thereon,\\nAy, this one image stamped upon\\nIts face, with some dim date long gone.\\nJoaquin Miller\\n7", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "FROM THE COTTER S SATURDAY\\nNIGHT\\nBUT, hark a rap comes gently to the door,\\nJenny, wha kens the meaning o the same.\\nTells how a neibor lad cam o er the moor.\\nTo do some errands and convoy her hame.\\nThe wily mother sees the conscious flame\\nSparkle in Jenny s e e, and flush her cheek\\nWi heart-struck anxious care inquires his name,\\nWhile Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak\\nWeel pleased the mother hears it s nae wild, worth-\\nless rake.\\nWi kindly welcome, Jenny brings him ben\\nA strappin youth he takes the mother s eye;\\nBlithe Jenny sees the visit s no ill ta en\\nThe father cracks of horses, pleughs, and kye.\\nThe youngster s artless heart o crflows wi joy,\\nBut blate and lathefu scarce can weel behave\\nThe mother, wi a woman s wiles, can spy\\nWhat makes the youth sae bashfu and sae grave\\nWeel pleased to think her bairn s respected like the\\nlave.\\nhappy love where love like this is found\\nO heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare\\n1 ve paced much this wear} mortal round.\\nAnd sage experience bids me this declare:\\n8", "height": "3232", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare,\\nOne cordial in this melancholy vale,\\nT is when a youthful, loving, modest pair\\nIn other s arms breathe out the tender tale.\\nBeneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening\\ngale.\\nRobert Burns\\nTRUE LOVE\\nI THINK true love is never blind.\\nBut rather brings an added light,\\nAn inner vision quick to find\\nThe beauties hid from common sight.\\nNo soul can ever clearly see\\nAnother s highest, noblest part\\nSave through the sweet philosophy\\nAnd loving wisdom of the heart.\\nYour unanointed eyes shall fall\\nOn him who fills my world with light\\nYou do not see my friend at all.\\nYou see what hides him from your sight.\\nI see the feet that fain would climb\\nYou but the steps that turn astray\\nI see the soul, the unharmed, sublime\\nYou, but the garment and the clay.\\n9", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "You see a mortal, weak, misled,\\nDwarfed ever by the earthly clod\\nI see how manhood, perfected,\\nMay reach the stature of a god.\\nBlinded I stood, as now you stand,\\nTill on mine eyes, with touches sweet,\\nLove, the deliverer, laid his hand,\\nAnd lo I worship at his feet!\\nPhcebe Gary\\nA LOVER WITH HIS LOVED ONE SAILED\\nTHE SEA\\nA LOVER, with his loved One sailed the sea,\\nVoyaging home in tender company\\nThere blew a wind of Death upon the waters,\\nThere broke a billow of calamity\\nIt swept them from the deck to dreadful breast\\nOf the black ocean. To that pair distressed\\nThe mariners flung forth a plank of rescue\\nIt reached them drowning on the tossing crest.\\nToo slender t was to help if both should hold\\nThey saw him round the plank her weak arms fold.\\nGir Dasti-yar-i-man he uttered softly\\nClasp hands dearer than Life to me The cold\\nlO", "height": "3232", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Bitter salt swallowed him. But those who brought\\nHis beauteous Maid, saved by that sweet deed\\nwrought,\\nSpake saying, Never lived there truer Lover,\\nMajuum by such a marvel had been taught\\nEdwin Arnold\\nHEREIN IS LOVE\\nHEREIN is love: to take this strange sweet thing\\nThat we call life, and for love s sake to fling\\nIt to that outer darkness men deem death\\nThat love may have a longer, sweeter breath\\nTo face with unaffrighted heart the gloom,\\nThe terror and the agony of doom.\\nHerein is love to lift another s cross,\\nTo give away the gold and keep the dross,\\nTo trample into dust the worm of self,\\nTo crowd its clam rings on the soul s back shelf\\nNor let it ever dare upraise its head.\\nDeny its every call till it lies dead.\\nHerein is love: to strip the shoulders bare.\\nIf need be, that a frailer one may wear\\nA mantle to protect it from the storm,\\nTo bear the frost-king s breath so one be warm\\nTo crush the tears it would be sweet to shed,\\nAnd smile so others may have joy instead.\\nII", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "Herein is love to daily sacrifice\\nThe hope that to the bosom closest lies,\\nTo mutely bear reproach and suffer wrong,\\nNor lift the voice to show where both belong,\\nNay, now, nor tell it e en to God above,\\nHerein is love, indeed, herein is love.\\nSusie M. Best\\nLOVE seeketh not itself to please,\\nNor for itself hath any care,\\nBut for another gives its ease,\\nAnd builds a heaven in hell s despair.\\nWilliam Blake\\nA QUESTION\\nMY heart, I will put thee a question,\\nSay, what is love, I entreat?\\nTwo souls with one thought between them,\\nTwo hearts with a single beat.\\nAnd say whence love comes hither?\\nHere he is, we know, that is all.\\nWhen he goes tell me how and whither\\nIf he goes, t was not love at all.\\nAnd what love loves most purely\\nThe love that has no self quest.\\nAnd where is the deepest loving\\nWhere love is silentest.\\n12", "height": "3232", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "And when is love at its richest?\\nWhen most it has given away.\\nAnd what is the tongue love useth\\nThe love that it cannot say.\\nH. I. D. Ryder\\nFrom the German of Halm\\nA WOMAN S SHORTCOMINGS\\nSHE has laughed as softly as if she sighed\\nShe has counted six and over.\\nOf a purse well filled, and a heart well tried,\\nOh, each a worthy lover\\nThey give her time; for her soul must slip\\nWhere the world has set the grooving\\nShe will lie to none with her fair red lip,\\nBut love seeks truer loving.\\nShe trembles her fan in a sweetness dumb,\\nAs her thoughts were beyond recalling\\nWith a glance for one and a glance for some.\\nFrom her eyelids rising and falling,\\nSpeaks common words with a blushful air;\\nHears bold words, unreproving\\nBut her silence says, what she never will swear,\\nAnd love seeks better loving.\\nGo, lady lean to the night-guitar,\\nAnd drop a smile to the bringer;\\nThen smile as sweetly, when he is far,\\nAt the voice of an in-door singer\\n13", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "Bask tenderly beneath tender eyes\\nGlance lightly, on their removing,\\nAnd join new vows to old perjuries,\\nBut dare not call it loving\\nUnless you can think, when the song is done,\\nNo other is soft in the rhythm\\nUnless you can feel, when left by One\\nThat all men else go with him\\nUnless you can know when upraised by his breath\\nThat your beauty itself wants proving\\nUnless you can swear For life, for death\\nOh, fear to call it loving\\nUnless you can muse in a crowd all day,\\nOn the absent face that fixed you\\nUnless you can love, as the angels may,\\nWith the breadth of heaven betwixt you\\nUnless you can dream that his faith is fast,\\nThough behooving and unbehooving\\nUnless you can die when the dream is past,\\nOh, never call it loving.\\nElizabeth Barrett Browning\\n/And love?\\nWhat was love, then? not calm, not secure,\\nscarcely kind,\\nBut in one all intensest emotions combined;\\nLife and death pain and rapture.\\nEdward Robert Bulwer-Lytton\\n(Owen Meredith)", "height": "3232", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "FROM ALICE OF MONMOUTH\\nLOVE from that summer morn\\nMelting the souls of these two;\\nLove which some of you know\\nWho read this poem to-day\\nIs it the same desire,\\nThe strong ineffable joy,\\nWhich Jacob and Rachel felt,\\nWhen he served her father long years,\\nAnd the years were swift as days,\\nSo great was the love he bore\\nRace advancing with time,\\nGrowing in thought and deed,\\nMastering land and sea.\\nSay, does the heart advance,\\nAre its passions more pure and strong?\\nThey, like Nature, remain\\nNo more and no less than of yore.\\nWhoso conquers the earth,\\nWinning its riches and fame,\\nComes to the evening at last,\\nThe sunset of threescore years.\\nConfessing that love was real,\\nAll the rest was a dream\\nThe sum of his gains is dross\\nThe song in his praise is mute\\nThe wreath of his laurels fades\\nBut the kiss of his early love\\nStill burns on his trembling lips,\\nThe spirit of one he loved\\n15", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Hallows his dreams at night.\\nA little while and the scenes\\nOf the play of life are closed\\nCome let us rest an hour,\\nAnd by the pleasant streams,\\nUnder the fresh, green trees,\\nLet us walk hand in hand,\\nAnd think of the days that were.\\nEdmund Clarence Stedman\\ni6", "height": "3232", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "11,", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "A^o life is so strong and complete,\\nBiit it yearns for the smile of a f iend.\\nWallace Bruce\\nHe was a friend indeed.\\nWith all afriend ^s best virtues shining bright;\\nIt was no broken reed\\nYou lea^ied on, when you trusted to his might.\\nWilliam Hunter Brickhead", "height": "3232", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "A FRIEND\\nLIFE offers no joy like a friend;\\nFulfilment and prophecy blend\\nIn the throb of a heart with its own,\\nA heart where we know and are known.\\nYet more than thy friend unto thee,\\nIs the friendship hereafter to be.\\nWhen the flower of thy life shall unfold\\nOut of hindering, and darkness, and cold.\\nLove mocks thee, whose mounting desire\\nDoth not to the Perfect aspire\\nNor lovest thou the soul thou wouldst win\\nTo shut with thine emptiness in.\\nA friend Deep is calling to deep\\nA friend the heart wakes from its sleep\\nTo behold the world lit by one face\\nWith one heavenward step to keep pace.\\nO heart wherein all hearts are known,\\nWhose infinite throb stirs our own\\nO Friend beyond friends what are we,\\nWho ask so much less, yet have Thee\\nLucy Larcom\\n19", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "WE LOVE BUT FEW\\nOH, yes, we mean all kind words that we say\\nTo old friends and to new\\nYet doth this truth grow clearer day by day\\nWe love but few.\\nWe love we love What easy words to say\\nAnd sweet to hear,\\nWhen sunrise splendor brightens all the way,\\nAnd, far and near,\\nAre breath of flowers and carolling of birds,\\nAnd bells that chime.\\nOur hearts are light we do not weigh our words\\nAt morning time\\nBut when the matin music all is hushed.\\nAnd life s great load\\nDoth weigh us down, and thick with dust\\nDoth grow the road,\\nThen do we say less often that we love.\\nThe words have grown\\nWith pleading eyes we look to Christ above\\nAnd clasp our own.\\nTheir lives are bound to ours by mighty bands\\nNo mortal strait,\\nNor Death himself, with his prevailing hands,\\nCan separate.\\n20", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "The world is wide, and many friends are dear,\\nAnd friendships true\\nYet do these words read plainer year by year:\\nWe love but few.\\nTHE GIRDLE OF FRIENDSHIP\\nSHE gathered at her slender waist\\nThe beauteous robe she wore;\\nIts folds a golden belt embraced\\nOne rose-hued gem it bore.\\nThe girdle shrank its lessening round\\nStill kept the shining gem,\\nBut now her flowing locks it bound,\\nA lustrous diadem.\\nAnd narrower still the circlet grew.\\nBehold a glittering band,\\nIts roseate diamond set anew,\\nHer neck s white column spanned.\\nSuns rise and set the straining clasp\\nThe shortened links resist.\\nYet flashes in a bracelet s grasp\\nThe diamond on her wrist.\\nAt length, the round of changes past\\nThe thieving years could bring.\\nThe jewel, glittering to the last,\\nStill sparkles in a ring.\\n21", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "So link by link our friendships part.\\nSo loosen, break, and fall,\\nA narrowing zone the loving heart\\nLives changeless through them all.\\nOliver Wendell Holmes\\nFRIENDSHIP\\nDEAR friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be\\nproving\\nThy strong regard for me,\\nMake me no vows. Lip-service is not loving\\nLet thy faith speak for thee.\\nSwear not to me that nothing can divide us,\\nSo little such oaths mean,\\nBut when distrust and envy creep beside us.\\nLet them not come between.\\nSay not to me the depths of thy devotion\\nAre deeper than the sea\\nBut watch, lest doubt or some unkind emotion\\nEmbitter them for me.\\nVow not to love me ever and forever,\\nWords are such idle things.\\nBut when we differ in opinions, never\\nHurt me by little stings.\\n22", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "I m sick of words, they are so lightly spoken,\\nAnd spoken are but air.\\nI d rather feel thy trust in me unbroken\\nThan list to thy words so fair.\\nIf all the little proofs of trust are heeded,\\nIf thou art always kind.\\nNo sacrifice, no promise will be needed\\nTo satisfy my mind.\\nElla Wheeler Wilcox\\nO NEAR ONES, DEAR ONES\\nONEAR ones, dear ones you, in whose right\\nhands\\nOur own rests calm whose faithful hearts all day\\nWide open wait till back from distant lands\\nThought, the tired traveller, wends his homeward\\nway\\nHelpmates and hearthmates, gladdeners of gone years,\\nTender companions of our serious days,\\nWho color with your kisses, smiles, and tears,\\nLife s warm web woven over wonted ways.\\nYoung children, and old neighbors, and old friends,\\nOld servants, you, whose smiling circle small\\nGrows slowly smaller, till at last it ends\\nWhere in one grave is room enough for all\\n23", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "Oh, shut the world out from the heart you cheer\\nThough small the circle of your smiles may be,\\nThe world is distant, and your smiles are near;\\nThis makes you more than all the world to me.\\nEdward Robert Bulwer-Lytton\\n(Owen Meredith)\\nA TRIBUTE\\nNOT many friends my life has made\\nFew have I loved, and few are they\\nWho in my hand their hearts have laid\\nAnd these were women. I am gray,\\nBut never have I been betrayed.\\nThese words this tribute for the sake\\nOf truth to God and woman-kind!\\nThese that my heart may cease to ache\\nWith love and gratitude confined,\\nAnd burning from my lips to break\\nThese to that sisterhood of grace\\nThat numbers in its sacred list\\nMy mother risen to her place\\nMy wife, but yester-morning kissed\\nAnd folded in Love s last embrace\\n24", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "This tribute of a love profound\\nAs ever moved the heart of man,\\nTo those to whom my life is bound,\\nTo her in whom my life began\\nAnd her whose love my life hath crowned.\\nImmortal Love thou still hast wings\\nTo lift me to those radiant fields,\\nWhere music waits with trembling strings\\nAnd verse her happy numbers yields\\nAnd all the soul within me sings.\\nSo from the lovely Pagan dream\\nI call no more the Tuneful Nine\\nFor Woman is my Muse Supreme,\\nAnd she, with fire and flight divine.\\nShall light and lead me to my theme.\\nJosiAH Gilbert Holland\\nMY KATE\\nSHE was not as pretty as women I know.\\nAnd yet all your best made of sunshine and snow\\nDrop to shade, melt to nought in the long-trodden\\nways,\\nWhile she s still remembered on warm and cold\\ndays,\\nMy Kate.\\n25", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "Her air had a meaning, her movements a grace\\nYou turned from the fairest to gaze on her face\\nAnd when you had once seen her forehead and mouth,\\nYou saw as distinctly her soul and her truth,\\nMy Kate.\\nIII.\\nSuch a blue inner light from her eyelids outbroke,\\nYou looked at her silence and fancied she spoke\\nWhen she did, so peculiar yet soft was the tone,\\nThough the loudest spoke also, you heard her alone,\\nMy Kate.\\nIV.\\nI doubt if she said to you much that could act\\nAs a thought or suggestion, she did not attract\\nIn the sense of the brilliant or wise; I infer\\nT was her thinking of others made you think of\\nher,\\nMy Kate.\\nShe never found fault with you, never implied\\nYour wrong by her right; and yet men at her side\\nGrew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town\\nThe children were gladder who pulled at her gown,\\nMy Kate.\\nVI.\\nNone knelt at her feet confessed lovers in thrall\\nThey knelt more to God than they used, that was\\nall:\\n26", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "If you praised her as charming, some asked what you\\nmeant,\\nBut the charm of her presence was felt when she\\nwent,\\nMy Kate.\\nVII.\\nThe weak and the gentle, the ribald and rude,\\nShe took as she found them, and did them all good;\\nIt always was so with her, see what you have\\nShe has made the grass greener even here, with\\nher grave,\\nMy Kate.\\nVIII.\\nMy dear one when thou wast alive with the rest,\\nI held thee the sweetest and loved thee the best\\nAnd now thou art dead, shall I not take thy part,\\nAs thy smiles used to do for thyself, my sweet Heart,\\nMy Kate.\\nElizabeth Barrett Browning\\n27", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "III.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "Pour out thy love like the rtish of a river\\nWasting its waters forever and ever;\\nThrough the burnt sands that reward not the giver;\\nSilent or songful, thou nearest the sea.\\nScatter thy life as the stimmer shower s pouring I\\nWhat if no bird through the pearl-rain is soaring\\nWhat if no blossom looks upward adoring\\nLook to the life that was lavished for thee\\nRose Terry Cooke", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "FROM THE MESSAGE OF AN (EOLIAN\\nHARP\\nIVe Cannot Love too Much.\\nW:\\nELL for him\\nThat he has such a heart to meet his own,\\nAnd well for you for t is a blessed gift,\\nNot shared by all ahke, the power to love;\\nAnd not less blessed for proportioned pain,\\nIts fiery seal, its royal crown of thorns.\\nSo seems it, Beatrice, to you, who find\\nNo lurking danger in its concentration\\nBecause you have so many near and dear.\\nNot so to me. I tremble when I think\\nHow much I love him but I turn away\\nFrom thinking of it, just to love him more;\\nIndeed, I fear, too much,\\nDear Eleanor,\\nDo you love him as much as Christ loves us\\nLet your lips answer me.\\nWhy ask me, dear\\nOur hearts are finite, Christ is infinite.\\nThen till you reach the standard of that love,\\nLet neither fears nor well-meant warning voice\\nDistress you with Too much. For He hath said\\nI/oTV much and who shall dare to change His\\nmeasure\\nT/ia^ ye should love as I have loved you.^\\nOh, sweet command, that goes so far beyond\\nThe mightiest impulse of the tender heart\\nA bare permission had been much but He\\n31", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "Who knows our yearnings and our fearfulness,\\nChose graciously to bid us do the thing\\nThat makes our earthly happiness, and set\\nA limit that we need not fear to pass,\\nBecause we cannot. Oh, the breadth and length\\nAnd depth and height of love that passeth knowledge\\nYet Jesus said, As I have loved you.\\nO Beatrice, I long to feel the sunshine\\nThat this should bring; but there are other words\\nWhich fall in chill eclipse. T is written, Keep\\nYourselves from idols. How shall I obey?\\nDear, not by loving less, but loving more.\\nIt is not that we love our precious ones\\nToo much, but God too little. As the lamp\\nA miner bears upon his shadowed brow.\\nIs only dazzling in the grimy dark,\\nAnd has no glare against the summer sky,\\nSo, set the tiny torch of our best love\\nIn the great sunshine of the Love of God,\\nAnd, though full-fed and fanned, it casts no shade\\nAnd dazzles not, o erflowed with mightier light\\nFrances Ridley Havergal\\nLEARN that to love is the one way to know\\nOr God or man it is not love received\\nThat maketh man to know the inner life\\nOf them that love him his own love bestowed\\nShall do it.\\nJean Ingelow\\n32", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "LOVE MUCH\\nLOVE much. Earth has enough of bitter in it;\\nCast sweets into its cup whene er you can.\\nNo heart so hard but love at last may win it.\\nLove is the grand primeval cause of man;\\nAll hate is foreign to the first great plan.\\nLove much. Your heart will be led out to slaughter\\nOn altars built of envy and deceit.\\nLove on, love on. T is bread upon the water;\\nIt shall be cast in loaves yet at your feet,\\nUnleavened manna, most divinely sweet.\\nLove much. Your faith will be dethroned and shaken.\\nYour trust betrayed by many a fair, false lure.\\nRemount your faith, and let new trusts awaken.\\nThough clouds obscure them, yet the stars are pure\\nLove is a vital force, and must endure.\\nLove much. Men s souls contract with cold sus-\\npicion\\nShine on them with warm love, and they expand.\\nT is love, not creeds, that from a low condition\\nLeads mankind up to heights supreme and grand.\\nOh, that the world would see and understand\\nLove much. There is no waste in freely giving;\\nMore blessed it is, even, than to receive.\\nHe who loves much, -alone finds live worth living;\\nLove on through doubt and darkness, and believe\\nThere is no thing which love may not achieve.\\nElla Wheeler Wilcox\\n3 33", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "SONNET\\nOr puoi la quantitate,\\nComprender de I amor che a te mi scalda. Dante.\\nNon vo che da tal nodo amor mi scioglia. Petrarca.\\nTRUST me, I have not earned your dear rebuke\\nI love, as you would have me, God the most\\nWould love not you, but Him, must one be lost.\\nNor with Lot s wife cast back a faithless look,\\nUnready to forego what I forsook.\\nThis say I, having counted up the cost\\nThis, though I be the feeblest of God s host\\nThe sorriest sheep Christ shepherds with His crook.\\nYet while I love my God the most, I deem\\nThat I can never love you overmuch\\nI love Him more, so let me love you too.\\nYea, as I apprehend it, love is such\\nI cannot love you if I love not Him,\\nI cannot love Him if I love not you.\\nChristina G. Rossetti\\nGO FORTH IN LIFE NOT SEEKING LOVE\\nGO forth in life, O friend, not seeking love\\nA mendicant that with imploring eye\\nAnd outstretched hand asks of the passers-by\\nThe alms his strong necessities may move.\\n34", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "For such poor love, to pity near allied,\\nThy generous spirit may not stoop and wait,\\nA suppliant, whose prayer may be denied,\\nLike a spurned beggar s at a palace gate\\nBut thy heart s affluence, lavish, uncontrolled,\\nThe largess of thy love, give full and free,\\nAs monarchs in their progress scatter gold\\nAnd be thy heart like the exhaustless sea.\\nThat must its wealth of cloud and dew bestow.\\nThough tributary streams or ebb or flow,\\nAnne C. Lynch\\nLOVE S FULFILLING\\nO\\nH, Love is weak\\nWhich counts the answers and the gains,\\nWeighs all the losses and the pains.\\nAnd eagerly each fond word drains,\\nA joy to seek.\\nWhen Love is strong,\\nIt never tarries to take heed,\\nOr know if its return exceed\\nIts gift; in its sweet haste no greed,\\nNo strifes belong.\\nIt hardly asks\\nIf it be loved at all to take\\nSo barren seems, when it can make\\nSuch bliss for the beloved sake,\\nOh, bitter tasks\\n35", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "Its ecstasy\\nCould find hard death so beauteous,\\nIt sees through tears how Christ loved us,\\nAnd speaks, in saying, I love thus,\\nNo blasphemy.\\nSo much we miss\\nIf Love is weak so much we gain\\nIf Love is strong: God thinks no pain\\nToo sharp or lasting to ordain\\nTo teach us this.\\nHelen Hunt Jackson\\nWHAT SHALL I DO FOR MY LOVE?\\nWHAT shall I do for my love,\\nWho is so tender\\nAnd dear and true,\\nLoving and true and tender,\\nMy strength and my defender\\nWhat shall I do\\nI will cleave unto my love,\\nWho am too lowly\\nFor him to take.\\nWith a self-surrender holy\\nI will cleave unto him solely,\\nI will give my being wholly\\nFor his dear sake.\\nLewis Morris\\n36", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "OH, IF THOU BE ST TRUE LOVER\\nOH, if thou be st true lover, wash not hand\\nFrom that dear stain of Love from worldly\\nbrand\\nOf wealth and self-love wash it At the last\\nThose win who, spite of Fortune s tempests, stand,\\nGlad to wreck all for Love. I say to thee\\nI, Sadi launch not on that boundless Sea\\nBut if thou puttest forth, hoist sail, quit anchor.\\nTo storm and wave trust thyself hardily!\\nEdwin Arnold\\nFROM THE CASTLE IN THE AIR\\nI LIVE for Love, for Love alone, and who\\nDare chide me for it Who dare call it folly?\\nIt is a holy thing, if aught is holy.\\nAnd true, indeed, if Truth herself is true\\nEarth yearns for earth, its sensuous life is dear;\\nMortals should love mortality while here,\\nAnd seize the glowing hours before they fly;\\nAnd eyes should answer eyes, and lips should meet.\\nAnd hearts unlocked to kindred hearts should beat,\\nTill all that live on earth in love should live and die.\\nRichard Henry Stoddard\\n37", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "THE SEA-SHELL\\nT ISTEN, darling, and tell me\\nWhat the murmurer says to thee,\\nMurmuring twixt a song and a moan,\\nChansins neither tune nor tone.\\nYes, I hear it, far and faint,\\nLike thin-drawn prayer of drowsy saint;\\nLike the falling of sleep on a weary brain,\\nWhen the fevered heart is quiet again.\\nBy smiling lips and fixed eye,\\nYou are hearing more than song or sigh;\\nThe wrinkled thing has curious ways\\nI want to know what words it says.\\nI hear a wind on a boatless main\\nSigh like the last of a vanishing pain\\nOn the dreaming waters dreams the moon.\\nBut I hear no words in the murmured tune.\\nIf it does not say that I love thee well,\\nT is a senseless, ill-curved, worn-out shell\\nIf it is not of love, why sigh or sing\\nT is a common, mechanical, useless thing.\\n38", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "It whispers of love tis a prophet shell\\nOf a peace that comes and all shall be well;\\nIt speaks not a word of your love to me,\\nBut it tells me to love you eternally.\\nGeorge MacDonald\\nGIVE all to love\\nObey thy heart;\\nFriends, kindred, days,\\nEstate, good-fame,\\nPlans, credit, and the Muse,\\nNothing refuse.\\nRalph Waldo Emerson\\n39", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "IV.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "Am I not the nobler through thy love f\\nOr three times less unworthy\\nAlfred Tennyson\\nIf aught can make me seek\\nOther to be than that lost sotil, I fear me,\\nIt is that thou lov^st me j Heaven were not Heaveji\\nWithout thee.\\nPhilip James Bailey", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "SOFTLY THE EVENING SHADOWS\\nSOFTLY the evening shadows\\nKiss the trailing robes of day;\\nAnd clustering round the roses\\nAt my feet, they seem to say,\\nAs the meadows lose their being,\\nAnd the lengthened shadows wane\\nHave you done your every duty\\nPour I amour de Madeleine?\\nAre you nobler, stronger, better.\\nThan you were when early dawn\\nBlazoned all the day with splendor\\nAt the advent of the morn\\nHave you sought with manly courage\\nSome far distant height to gain?\\nAre your aspirations higher\\nPour I amour de Madeleine\\nDaniel Chauncey Brewer\\nSOME LOVER S DEAR THOUGHT\\nI OUGHT to be kinder always,\\nFor the light of his kindly eyes\\nI ought to be wiser always,\\nBecause he is so just and wise;\\nAnd gentler in all my bearing,\\nAnd braver in all my daring.\\nFor the patience that in him lies.\\n43", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "I must be as true as the Heaven,\\nWhile he is as true as the day,\\nNor balance the gift with the given,\\nFor he giveth to me alway.\\nAnd I must be firm and steady.\\nFor my Love, he is that already,\\nAnd I follow him as I may.\\nO dear little golden fetter.\\nYou bind me to difficult things\\nBut my soul, while it strives, grows better,\\nAnd I feel the stirring of wings\\nAs I stumble, doubting and dreading,\\nUp the path of his stronger treading,\\nIntent on his beckonings.\\nSarah Woolsey\\n(Susan Coolidge)\\nA FACE\\nI WANDERED through the night alone;\\nA face from out the darkness shone,\\nA garnered flame of beauty given\\nTo guide a blinded soul to Heaven.\\nO lovely face, with ray divine,\\nForever on my pathway shine\\nWhere er my wayward footsteps roam,\\nBe thou my star, my faith, my home\\nWilliam T. Washburn\\n44", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "FROM THE MISTRESS OF THE MANSE\\nHIS love enwrapped her as a robe,\\nWhich seemed by its supernal charm\\nTo shield from every poisoned probe\\nOf earthly pain and earthly harm\\nThis one choice creature of the globe.\\nThe love he bore her lifted him\\nInto a bright, sweet atmosphere\\nThat filled with beauty to the brim\\nThe world beneath him, far and near,\\nAnd stained the clouds that draped its rim.\\nJosiAH Gilbert Holland\\nTO HARRIETT\\nHERE at the halfway House of Life I linger,\\nWorn with the way, a weary-hearted singer,\\nResting a little space\\nAnd lo the good God sends me, as a token\\nOf peace and blessing (else my heart were broken),\\nThe sunbeam of thy face.\\nMy fear falls from me like a garment slowly\\nNew strength returns upon me, calm and holy\\nI kneel, and I atone\\nThy hand is clasped in mine we lean together\\nHenceforward, through the sad or shining weather,\\n1 shall not walk alone.\\nRobert Buchanan\\n45", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "FROM THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE\\nT\\nHEN to my room\\nI went, and closed and lock d the door,\\nAnd cast myself down on my bed\\nAnd there, with many a blissful tear,\\nI vow d to love, and pray d to wed\\nThe maiden who had grown so dear;\\nThank d God who had set her in my path,\\nAnd promised as I hoped to win,\\nI never would sully my faith\\nBy the least selfishness or sin;\\nWhatever in her sight I d seem,\\nI d really be I d never blend\\nWith my delight in her a dream\\nT would change her cheek to comprehend\\nAnd, if she wished it, I d prefer\\nAnother s to my own success\\nAnd always seek the best for her\\nWith unofficious tenderness.\\nRising, I breathed a brighter clime.\\nAnd found myself all self above.\\nAnd, with a charity sublime.\\nContemned not those who did not love;\\nAnd I could not but feel that then\\nI shone with something of her grace,\\nAnd went forth to my fellow-men\\nMy commendation in my face.\\nCoventry Patmore\\n46", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "FRIENDSHIP\\nA RUDDY drop of manly blood\\nThe surging sea outweighs,\\nThe world uncertain comes and goes,\\nThe lover rooted stays.\\nI fancied he was fled,\\nAnd, after many a year.\\nGlowed unexhausted kindliness,\\nLike daily sunrise there.\\nMy careful heart was free again;\\nO friend, my bosom said,\\nThrough thee alone the sky is arched,\\nThrough thee the rose is red;\\nAll things through thee take nobler form,\\nAnd look beyond the earth.\\nThe mill-round of our fate appears\\nA sun-path in thy worth.\\nMe, too, thy nobleness has taught\\nTo master my despair\\nThe fountains of my hidden life\\nAre through thy friendship fair.\\nRalph Waldo Emerson\\nGOD measures souls by their capacity\\nFor entertaining his best angel. Love.\\nWho loveth most is nearest kin to God,\\nWho is all Love or nothing.\\nElla Wheeler Wilcox\\n47", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "HAPPY ARE THEY WHO KISS THEE\\nHAPPY are they who kiss thee, morn and even,\\nParting the hair upon thy forehead white\\nFor them the sky is bluer and more bright,\\nAnd purer their thanksgivings rise to Heaven.\\nHappy are they to whom thy songs are given\\nHappy are they on whom thy hands alight;\\nAnd happiest they for whom thy prayers at night\\nIn tender pity so oft have striven.\\nAway with vain regrets and selfish sighs\\nEven I, dear friend, am lonely, not unblest;\\nPermitted sometimes on that form to gaze.\\nOr feel the light of those consoling eyes\\nIf but a moment on my cheek it stays,\\nI know that gentle beam from all the rest\\nAubrey De Vere\\nLOVE, THE MUSICIAN\\nLOVE is the minstrel for in God s own sight,\\nTlie master of all melody he stands,\\nAnd holds a golden rebeck in his hands,\\nAnd leads the chorus of the saints in light;\\nBut ever and anon those chambers bright\\nDetain him not, for down to these low lands\\nHe flies, and spreads his musical commands,\\nAnd teaches men some fresh, divine delight.\\n48", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "For with his bow he strikes a single chord\\nAcross a soul, and wakes in it desire\\nTo grow more pure and lovely, and aspire\\nTo that ethereal country where, outpoured\\nFrom myriad stars that stand before the Lord,\\nLove s harmonies are like a flame of fire.\\nEdmund W. Gosse\\nItalian of Frajicesco Redi\\nA FRIENDSHIP\\nSMALL fellowship of daily commonplace\\nWe hold together, dear, constrained to go\\nDiverging ways. Yet day by day I know\\nMy life is sweeter for thy life s sweet grace\\nAnd if we meet but for a moment s space,\\nThy touch, thy word, sets all the world aglow.\\nFaith soars serener, haunting doubts shrink low\\nAbashed before the sunshine of thy face.\\nNor press of crowd, nor waste of distance serves\\nTo part us. Every hush of evening brings\\nSome hint of thee, true-hearted friend of mine\\nAnd as the farther planet thrills and swerves\\nWhen toward it through the darkness Saturn swings,\\nEven so my spirit feels the spell of thine.\\nSophie Jewett\\n(Ellen Burroughs)\\nI\\nREMEMBER the only wise thing I ever did,\\nThe only good, was to love thee.\\nPhilip James Bailey\\n4 49", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "IN THE AIR\\nTHE scent of a blossom from Eden!\\nThe flower was not given to me,\\nBut it freshened my spirit forever,\\nAs it passed, on its way to thee\\nIn my soul is a lingering music\\nThe song was not meant for me,\\nBut I listen, and listen, and wonder\\nTo whom it can lovelier be.\\nThe sounds and the scents that float by us\\nThey cannot tell whither they go\\nYet however it fails of its errand,\\nLove makes the world sweeter, I know.\\nI know that love never is wasted,\\nNor truth, nor the breath of a prayer\\nAnd the thought that goes forth as a blessing\\nMust live, as a joy in the air.\\nLucy Larcom\\nALL true deep feeling purifies the heart;\\nAm I not better by my love for you\\nAt least I am less selfish I would give\\nMy life to buy you happiness\\nLetitia Elizabeth Landon\\n50", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "SONNET\\nIF it be true that any beauteous thing\\nRaises the pure and just desires of man\\nFrom earth to God, the eternal Fount of all,\\nSuch I believe my love for as in her\\nSo fair, in whom I all beside forget,\\nI view the gentle work of her Creator,\\nI have no care for any other thing,\\nWhilst thus I love. Nor is it marvellous,\\nSince the effect is not of my own power,\\nIf the soul doth, by nature tempted forth.\\nEnamoured through the eyes,\\nRepose upon the eyes which it resembleth,\\nAnd through them riseth to the primal love,\\nAs to its end, and honors in admiring:\\nFor who adores his Maker must needs love his work.\\nWilliam Wordsworth\\nItalian of Michael Angela\\nGOING TO CHURCH\\nHER soft voice, singularly heard,\\nBeside me in the Psalms, withstood\\nThe roar of voices, like a bird\\nSole warbling in a windy wood\\nAnd when we knelt, she seemed to be\\nAn angel teaching me to pray\\nAnd all through the high Liturgy\\nMy spirit rejoiced without allay,\\n51", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "Being for once borne clearly above\\nAll banks and bars of ignorance,\\nBy this bright springtide of pure love,\\nAnd floated in a free expanse.\\nWhence it could see from side to side,\\nThe obscurity from every part\\nWinnow d away and purified\\nBy the vibrations of my heart.\\nCoventry Patmore\\nWITH my love this knowledge too was given,\\nWhich each calm day doth strengthen more\\nand more,\\nThat they who love are but one step from Heaven.\\nJames Russell Lowell\\n52", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "V.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "1 7neet her on the dusty street,\\nAnd daisies spring about her feet;\\nOr, touched to life beneath her tread,\\nAn English cowslip lifts its head.\\nHenry Timrod\\nI loved thee for that dear, deep loving ness\\nResting within thy tender, brooding eyes;\\nI loved thee for thy wealth of womanhood,\\nThy quiet guestio?iitigs, thy sweet replies,\\nThy patie?it brows that knew no bitter mood.\\nGeorge Francis Armstrong", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "CALAIS SANDS\\nA THOUSAND knights have reined their steeds\\nA To watch this line of sand hills run\\nAlong the never silent Strait,\\nTo Calais glittering in the sun.\\nTo look toward Ardres Golden Field\\nAcross this wide aerial plain,\\nWhich glows as if the Middle Age\\nWere gorgeous upon earth again.\\nOh, that to share this famous scene\\nI saw, upon the open sand,\\nThy lovely presence at my side,\\nThy shawl, thy look, thy smile, thy hand\\nHow exquisite thy voice would come,\\nMy darling, on this lonely air!\\nHow sweetly would the fresh sea-breeze _\\nShake loose some locks of soft brown hair!\\nBut now my glance but once hath roved\\nO er Calais and its famous plain;\\nTo England s chffs my gaze is turned.\\nO er the blue Strait mine eyes I strain.\\nThou comest Yes, the vessels cloud\\nHangs dark upon the rolling sea\\nOh, that yon sea-bird s wings were mine,\\nTo win one instant s glimpse from thee!\\n55", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "I must not spring to grasp thy hand,\\nTo woo thy smile, to seek thine eye\\nBut I may stand far off, and gaze.\\nAnd watch thee pass unconscious by,\\nAnd spell thy looks, and guess thy thoughts,\\nMixed with the idlers on the pier,\\nAh, might I always rest unseen,\\nSo I might have thee always near\\nTo-morrow hurry through the fields\\nOf Flanders to the storied Rhine\\nTo-night those soft-fringed eyes shall close\\nBeneath one roof, my queen with mine.\\nMatthew Arnold\\nTYING HER BONNET UNDER HER CHIN\\nTRYING her bonnet under her chin,\\nShe tied her raven ringlets in\\nBut not alone in the silken snare\\nDid she catch her lovely floating hair.\\nFor, tying her bonnet under her chin.\\nShe tied a young man s heart within.\\nThey w^ere strolling together up the hill,\\nWhere the wind comes blowing merry and chill\\nAnd it blew the curls a frolicsome race\\nAll over the happy peach-colored face.\\nTill, scolding and laughing, she tied them in,\\nUnder her beautiful, dimpled chin.\\n56", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "And it blew a color, bright as the bloom\\nOf the pinkest fuchsia s tossing plume,\\nAll over the cheeks of the prettiest girl\\nThat ever imprisoned a romping curl,\\nOr, tying her bonnet under her chin,\\nTied a young man s heart within.\\nSteeper and steeper grew the hill\\nMadder, merrier, chillier, still\\nThe western wind blew down and played\\nThe wildest tricks with the little maid,\\nAs, tying her bonnet under her chin,\\nShe tied a young man s heart within.\\nO western wind, do you think it was fair\\nTo play such tricks with the floating hair?\\nTo gladly, gleefully, do your best\\nTo blow her against the young man s breast,\\nWhere he as gladly folded her in.\\nAnd kissed her mouth and dimpled chin\\nAh Ellery Vane, you little thought\\nAn hour ago, when you besought\\nThis country lass to walk with you,\\nAfter the sun had dried the dew,\\nWhat perilous danger you d be in\\nAs she tied her bonnet under her chin.\\nNora Perry\\n57", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "LOVE ON DECK\\nT NEVER loved you much, she said,\\nBut I wanted to pass the time.\\nThe hours pass slow on a ship, you know,\\nIn a lazy, tropical chme.\\nHave I hurt you much Forgive me, then,\\nIf I own that I was wrong.\\nCure the smart, and heal your heart,\\nBy writing it all in a song.\\nThe waves flowed free, and the waves flowed\\nwide.\\nAs they sat and whispered side by side.\\nI never cared much for you, he said,\\nBut I wanted a subject fit.\\nV I d verses to make, and I thought I could take\\nYour heart and model from it.\\nHave I pained you much? Forgive me, dear.\\nA ship is a dreary place\\nIt is wrong to flirt, but you are n t much hurt,\\nAnd you have a lovely face\\nThe waves flowed free, and the waves flowed\\nstrong.\\nAnd the good ship bore them both along.\\nEach looked at each. They did not smile\\nThe tears were in cither s eyes.\\nAnd the cliffs of England rose the while\\nFrom the waves, a white surprise.\\n58", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Hand sought for hand, Shall we gravel}^ end\\nWhat first was a freak of the heart\\nShall we meet once more on the English shore,\\nBut this time never to part\\nThe cliffs rose white from the sunny seas,\\nAnd church-bells sounded on the breeze.\\nGeorge Barlow\\nA RED, RED ROSE\\nOH, my luve s hke a red, red rose,\\nThat s newly sprung in June\\nOh, my luve s like the melodie\\nThat s sweetly played in tune.\\nAs fair art thou, my bonnie lass.\\nSo deep in luve am I\\nAnd I will luve thee still, my dear,\\nTill a the seas gang dry.\\nTill a the seas gang dry, my dear,\\nAnd the rocks melt in the sun,\\nI will luve thee still, my dear.\\nWhile the sands o Hfe shall run.\\nAnd fare thee weel, my only luve\\nAnd fare thee weel awhile!\\nAnd I will come again, my luve,\\nThough it were ten thousand mile.\\nRobert Burns\\n59", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "IN A GONDOLA\\nI.\\nr-p WAS night in Venice. Then down to the tide,\\n-L Where a tall and shadowy gondolier\\nLeaned on his oar, like a lifted spear\\nT was night in Venice. Then side by side\\nWe sat in his boat. Then oar a-trip\\nOn the black boat s keel, then dip and dip\\nThese boatmen should build their boats more wide,\\nFor we were together and side by side.\\nII.\\nThe sea it was level as seas of light,\\nAs still as the light ere a hand was laid\\nTo the making of lands, or the seas were made.\\nT was fond as a bride on her bridal night.\\nWhen a great love swells in her soul like a sea,\\nAnd makes her but less than divinity.\\nT was night, the soul of the day I wis\\nA woman s face hiding from her first kiss.\\nIII.\\nT was night in Venice. On o er the tide\\nThese boats they are narrow as they can be\\nThese crafts they are narrow enough, and we,\\nTo balance the boat, sat side by side\\nOut under the arch of the Bridge of Sighs,\\nOn under the arch of the star-sown skies;\\nWe two were together on the Adrian Sea,\\nThe one fair woman of the world to me.\\n60", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "IV.\\nThese narrow-built boats, they rock when at sea,\\nAnd they make one afraid. So she leaned to me\\nAnd that is the reason alone there fell\\nSuch golden folds of abundant hair\\nDown over my shoulder, as we sat there.\\nThese boatmen should build their boats more wide,\\nWider for lovers as wide ah, well\\nBut who is the rascal to kiss and tell\\nJoaquin Miller\\nA NICE CORRESPONDENT\\nTHE glow and the glory are plighted\\nTo darkness, for evening is come\\nThe lamp in Glebe Cottage is lighted,\\nThe birds and the sheep-bells are dumb.\\nI m alone, for the others have flitted\\nTo dine with a neighbor at Kew\\nAlone, but I m not to be pitied,\\nI m thinking of you\\nI wish you were here Were I duller\\nThan dull, you d be dearer than dear\\nI m drest in your favorite color,\\nDear Fred, how I wish you were here\\nI m wearing my lazuli necklace,\\nThe necklace you fasten d askew;\\nWas there ever so rude or so reckless\\nA darling as you\\n6i", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "I want you to come and pass sentence\\nOn two or three books with a plot\\nOf course you know Janet s Repentance\\nI m reading Sir Waverley Scott.\\nThat story of Edgar and Lucy,\\nHow thrilling, romantic, and true\\nThe Master (his bride was a goosey!)\\nReminds me of you.\\nThey tell me Cockaigne has been crowning\\nA Poet whose garland endures\\nIt was you that first told me of Browning,\\nThat stupid old Browning of yours\\nHis vogue and his verve are alarming,\\nI m anxious to give him his due,\\nBut, Fred, he s not nearly so charming\\nA poet as you\\nI heard how you shot at The Beeches\\nI saw how you rode Chanticleer,\\nI have read the report of your speeches.\\nAnd echoed the echoing cheer.\\nThere s a whisper of hearts you are breaking.\\nDear Fred, I believe it, I do\\nSmall marvel that Folly is making\\nHer idol of you.\\nAlas for the world, and its dearly\\nBought triumph, its fugitive bliss\\nSometimes I half wish I were merely\\nA plain or a penniless miss\\n62", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "But, perhaps, one is blest with a measure\\nOf pelf, and I m not sorry, too,\\nThat I m pretty, because t is a pleasure,\\nMy dearest, to you!\\nYour whim is for frolic and fashion,\\nYour taste is for letters and art:\\nThis rhyme is the commonplace passion\\nThat glows in a fond woman s heart\\nLay it by in some sacred deposit\\nFor relics, we all have a few\\nLove, some day they 11 print it, because it\\nWas written to you.\\nFrederick Locker\\nTHE CLOVER BLOSSOMS\\nTHE clover blossoms kiss her feet.\\nShe is so sweet,\\nWhile I who may not kiss her hand\\nBless all the wild flowers in the land.\\nSoft sunshine falls across her breast,\\nShe is so blest,\\nI m jealous of its arms of gold\\nOh that these arms her form might fold\\nGently the breezes kiss her hair.\\nShe is so fair\\nLet flowers and sun and breeze go by,\\nO dearest Love me or I die.\\nOscar Laighton\\n63", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "ANNIE LAURIE\\nMAXWELTON braes are bonnie\\nWhere early fa s the dew,\\nAnd it s there that Annie Laurie\\nGie d me her promise true,\\nGie d me her promise true,\\nWhich ne er forgot will be\\nAnd for bonnie Annie Laurie\\nI *d lay me doune and dee.\\nHer brow is like the snaw-drift\\nHer throat is like the swan;\\nHer face it is the fairest\\nThat e er the sun shone on,\\nThat e er the sun shone on,\\nAnd dark blue is her ee\\nAnd for bonnie Annie Laurie\\nI d lay me doune and dee.\\nLike dew on the gowan lying\\nIs the fa o her fairy feet\\nAnd like winds in summer sighing\\nHer voice is low and sweet\\nHer voice is low and sweet\\nAnd she s a the world to me\\nAnd for bonnie Annie Laurie\\nI d lay me doune and dee.\\nDouglas\\n64", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "UNDER THE ROSE\\nSHE wears a rose in her hair,\\nAt the twilight s dreamy close\\nHer face is fair, how fair\\nUnder the rose\\nI steal like a shadow there,\\nAs she sits in rapt repose,\\nAnd whisper my loving prayer\\nUnder the rose\\nShe takes the rose from her hair,\\nAnd her color comes and goes\\nAnd I a lover will dare\\nUnder the rose\\nRichard Henry Stoddard\\nA LOVE EXTRAVAGANZA\\nGROW greener, grass, where the river flows\\nHer feet have pressed you\\nBlow fresher, violet lily rose\\nHer eyes have blessed you.\\nSing sweeter, birds upon the trees.\\nHer ears have heard you\\nSound up to heaven, ye harmonies\\nHer hands have stirred you.\\nCharles Mackay\\n9 6s", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "THE SMILE OF HER I LOVE\\nTHE smile of her I love is like the dawn\\nWhose touch makes Memnon sing;\\nOh, see where wide the golden sunlight flows\\nThe barren desert blossoms as the rose\\nThe smile of her I love when that is gone,\\nO er all the world night spreads her shadowy wing.\\nRichard Watson Gilder\\nLOVE S PRAYER\\nIF Heaven would hear my prayer,\\nMy dearest wish would be.\\nThy sorrows not to share,\\nBut take them all on me;\\nIf Heaven would hear my prayer.\\nI d beg with prayers and sighs\\nThat never a tear might flow\\nFrom out thy lovely eyes.\\nIf Heaven might grant it so\\nMine be the tears and sighs.\\nNo cloud thy brow should cover,\\nBut smiles each other chase\\nFrom lips to eyes all over\\nThy sweet and sunny face\\nThe clouds my heart should cover.\\n66", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "That all thy path be light\\nLet darkness fall on me\\nIf all thy days be bright,\\nMine black as night could be;\\nMy love would light my night.\\nFor thou art more than life,\\nAnd if our faith should set\\nLife and my love at strife,\\nHow could I then forget\\n1 love thee more than life\\nJohn Hay\\nLOVE\\nI LEANED out of window, I smelt the white clover,\\nDark, dark was the garden, I saw not the gate\\na Now if there be footsteps, he comes, my one lover\\nHush, nightingale, hush O sweet nightingale, wait\\nTill I listen and hear\\nIf a step draweth near,\\nFor my love he is late\\n\u00c2\u00ab*The skies in the darkness stoop nearer and nearer,\\nA cluster of stars hangs like fruit in the tree,\\nThe fall of the water comes sweeter, comes clearer\\nTo what art thou listening, and what dost thou see\\nLet the star-clusters grow.\\nLet the sweet waters flow,\\nAnd cross quickly to me.\\n67", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "You night-moths that hover where honey brims over\\nFrom sycamore blossoms, or settle or sleep\\nYou glow-worms, shine out and the pathway discover\\nTo him that comes darkling along the rough steep.\\nAh, my sailor, make haste,\\nFor the time runs to waste,\\nAnd my love lieth deep\\nToo deep for swift telling and yet, my one lover,\\nI ve conned thee an answer, it waits thee to-night.\\nBy the sycamore passed he, and through the white\\nclover,\\nThen all the sweet speech I had fashioned took\\nflight;\\nBut I 11 love him more, more\\nThan e er wife loved before.\\nBe the days dark or bright.\\nJean Ingelow\\nTHE cords of love must be strong as death\\nWhich hold and keep a heart.\\nNot daisy-chains, that snap in the breeze.\\nOr break with their weight apart.\\nPhcebe Cary\\n68", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "VI.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "T love you. Words are small\\n^Tis life speaks plain In twenty years\\nPerhaps you may ^now all.\\nDinah Maria Muloch Craik", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "I LOVE YOU, DEAR\\nT LOVE you, dear and saying this,\\nJL My heart responds, T is true t is true 1\\nAnd thrills with more than earthly bliss\\nWhile still I say, I love but you\\nWhy should I love you, dear? you ask,\\nAs tho true love could reason why\\nIf love could think, t would be a task\\nFor me to love, and love would die.\\nI love you just because I do,\\nThe key I do not care to find.\\nFor fear the strands would break in two\\nThat me a willing captive bind.\\nThe fact is all I want to know,\\nI will not grieve while that is given;\\nTo lose my love would be my woe\\nTo keep it as it is, is heaven.\\nGeorge W. Crofts\\nT M sorry that I spelt the word,\\nI hate to go above you.\\nBecause the brown eyes lower fell\\nBecause, you see, I love you!\\nJohn Greenleaf Whittier", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "THE SWEETEST FLOWER THAT BLOWS\\nTHE sweetest flower that blows\\nI give you as we part\\nFor you it is a rose\\nFor me it is my heart.\\nThe fragrance it exhales\\n(Ah, if you only knew\\nWhich but in dying fails,\\nIt is my love of you.\\nThe sweetest flower that grows\\nI give you as we part\\nYou think it but a rose\\nAh, me it is my heart.\\nFrederick Peterson\\nI LOVE THEE\\nI LOVE thee I love thee\\nT is all that I can say\\nIt is my vision in the night,\\nMy dreaming in the day\\nThe very echo of my heart,\\nThe blessing when I pray.\\nI love thee I love thee\\nIs all that I can say.\\n72", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "I love thee I love thee\\nIs ever on my tongue.\\nIn all my proudest poesy\\nThat chorus still is sung;\\nIt is the verdict of my eyes\\nAmidst the gay and young\\nI love thee I love thee\\nA thousand maids among.\\nI love thee I love thee\\nThy bright and hazel glance,\\nThe mellow lute upon those lips,\\nWhose tender tones entrance.\\nBut most dear heart of hearts, thy proofs.\\nThat still these words enhance\\nI love thee I love thee\\nWhatever be thy chance.\\nThomas Hood\\nSONG FROM A DRAMA\\nI KNOW not if moonlight or starlight\\nBe soft on the land and the sea,\\nI catch but the near light, the far light.\\nOf eyes that are beaming for me;\\nThe scent of the night, of the roses,\\nMay burden the air for thee, Sweet,\\nT is only the breath of thy sighing\\nI know as I lie at thy feet.\\n73", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "The winds may be sobbing or singing,\\nTheir touch may be fervent or cold,\\nThe night bells may toll or be ringing,\\nI care not while thee I enfold\\nThe feast may go on, and the music\\nBe scattered in ecstasy round,\\nThy whisper, I love thee 1 love thee\\nHath flooded my soul with its sound.\\nI think not of time that is flying,\\nHow short is the hour I have won,\\nHow near is this living to dying,\\nHow the shadow still follows the sun\\nThere is naught upon earth, no desire\\nWorth a thought, though t were had by a sign\\nI love thee I love thee bring nigher\\nThy spirit, thy kisses, to mine.\\nEdmund Clarence Stedman\\nMEASURE FOR MEASURE\\nWHAT love do I bring you The earth\\nFull of love were far lighter\\nThe great hollow sky full of love\\nSomething slighter.\\nEarth full and heaven full were less\\nThan the full measure given\\nNay, say a heart full, the heart\\nHolds earth and heaven!\\nHarriet Prescott Spofford\\n74", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "SONNET\\nAmor che a nullo amato amar perdona. Dante\\nAmor m addusse in si gioiosa spene. Petrarca\\nOMY heart s heart and you who are to me\\nMore than myself myself, God be with you,\\nKeep you in strong obedience, leal and true\\nTo him whose noble service setteth free,\\nGive you all good we see or can foresee,\\nMake your joys many and your sorrows few,\\nBless you in what you bear and what you do,\\nYea, perfect you as He would have you be.\\nSo much for you; but what for me, dear friend?\\nTo love you without stint and all I can\\nTo-day, to-morrow, world without an end\\nTo love you much, and yet to love you more,\\nAs Jordan at its flood sweeps either shore\\nSince woman is the helpmeet made for man.\\nChristina G. Rossetti\\nBECAUSE\\nIT is not because your heart is mine mine only\\nMine alone,\\nIt is not because you choose me weak and lonely\\nFor your own\\nNot because the earth is fairer, and the skies\\nSpread above you\\nAre more radiant for the shining of your eyes\\nThat I love you 1\\nIS", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "Jt is not because the world s perplexed meaning\\nGrows more clear\\nAnd the Parapets of Heaven, with angels leaning,\\nSeem more near\\nAnd Nature sings of praise with all her voices\\nSince yours spoke,\\nSince within my silent heart, that now rejoices.\\nLove awoke\\nNay, not even because your hand holds heart and life.\\nAt your will\\nSoothing, hushing all its discord, making strife\\nCalm and still\\nTeaching Trust to fold her wings, nor ever roam\\nFrom her nest\\nTeaching Love that her securest, safest home\\nMust be Rest.\\nBut because this human Love, though true and\\nsweet,\\nYours and mine,\\nHas been sent by Love more tender, more complete,\\nMore divine,\\nThat it leads our hearts to rest at last in Heaven,\\nFar above you\\nDo I take you as a gift that God has given\\nAnd I love you\\nAdelaide Anne Procter\\n76", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "ONE FACE\\nONE face looks up from every page,\\nFrom snowy cloud or tranquil sea\\nOne face that can all woes assuage,\\nDearer than all the world to me.\\nThe eyes are mild, the brow is fair;\\nThe voice is sweet as song of bird\\nHow oft my hand upon the hair\\nHas rested with no spoken word\\nThe years will come and go again\\nTheir joys and sorrows they will trace\\nOn lip, and brow, and busy brain,\\nAnd heaven will hold that one dear face.\\nSara K. Bolton\\nT\\nFROM THE CUP OF YOUTH\\nCASPAR.\\nELL me again you love me.\\nGELOSA.\\nSmall my need,\\nT is in my eyes t is on my lips my heart\\nBeats to this music all the long day through,\\nI am like a bird that hath one only note\\nFor song, for prayer, for thanks, for everything.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "CASPAR.\\nYou cannot know how passing sweet it is\\nTo change the camp, the field, the storms of war\\nFor this and you to watch the gray morn wane.\\nAnd see the slumbrous sea leap here and there\\nTo silver dreams.\\nGELOSA.\\nThe hand of time seems stayed,\\nAnd joy to own the ever constant hours,\\nSo full of still assurance is the night.\\nLove hath the quiet certainty of Heaven\\nRich with the promise of unchanging years.\\nS. Weir Mitchell\\nA LOVE SYMPHOxNY\\nALONG the garden ways just now\\nI heard the flowers speak.\\nThe white rose told me of your brow,\\nThe red rose of your cheek\\nThe lily of your bended head.\\nThe bindweed of your hair\\nEach looked his loveliest and said\\nYou were more fair.\\nI went into the wood anon.\\nAnd heard the wild birds sing\\nHow sweet you were they warbled on\\nPiped, trilled the self-same thing.\\n78", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "Thrush, blackbird, linnet without pause,\\nThe burden did repeat\\nAnd still began again because\\nYou were more sweet.\\nAnd then I went down to the sea,\\nAnd heard it murmuring too\\nPart of an ancient mystery.\\nAll made of me and you.\\nHow many a thousand years ago\\nI loved, and you were sweet\\nLonger I could not stay, and so\\nI fled back to your feet.\\nArthur O Shaughnessy\\nFROM THE ANCESTRESS\\nI HAVE no hope that does not dream of thee\\nI have no joy that is not shared by thee\\nI have no fear that does not dread for thee.\\nAll that I once took pleasure in, my lute\\nIs only sweet when it repeats thy name\\nMy flowers I only gather them for thee.\\nThe book drops listless down, I cannot read.\\nUnless it is to thee my lonely hours\\nAre spent in shaping forth our future lives\\nAfter my own romantic fantasies.\\nHe is the star round which my thoughts revolve\\nLike satellites.\\nLetitia Elizabeth Landon\\n79", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "FOUR WORDS\\nBELOVED, the briefest words are best;\\nAnd all the fine euphonious ways\\nIn which the truth has been expressed\\nSince Adam s early Eden days,\\nCould never match-the simple phrase,\\nSweetheart, I love you\\nIf I should say the world were blank\\nWithout your face if I should call\\nThe stars to witness, rank on rank.\\nThat I am true although they fall,\\nT would mean but this, and this means all,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSweetheart, I love you\\nAnd so, whatever change is wrought\\nBy time or fate, delight or dole.\\nOne single, happy, helpful thought\\nMakes strong and calm my steady soul,\\nAnd these sweet words contain the whole,\\nSweetheart, I love you\\nI will not wrong their truth to-day\\nBy wild, impassioned vows of faith,\\nSince all that volumes could convey\\nIs compassed thus in half a breath,\\nWhich holds and hallows life and death,\\nSweetheart, I love 3 ou\\nElizabeth Akers Allen\\n80", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "URVASI\\nTIS a story told by Kalidasa,\\nHindoo poet, in melodious rhyme,\\nHow, with train of maidens, young Urvasi\\nCame to keep great Indra s festal time.\\nT was her part in worshipful confession\\nOf the god-name on that sacred day,\\nWalking flower-crowned in the long procession,\\nI love Puru-shotta-ma, to say.\\nPure as snow on Himalayan ranges.\\nHeaven-descended, soon to heaven withdrawn,\\nFairer than the moon-flower of the Ganges\\nWas Urvasi, daughter of the Dawn.\\nBut it happened that the gentle maiden\\nLoved one Puru-Avas, fateful name\\nAnd her heart, with its sweet secret laden,\\nFaltered when her time of utterance came.\\nI love then she stopped, and people wondered\\nI love she must guard her secret well\\nThen from sweetest lips that ever blundered\\nI love Puru-Avas, trembling fell.\\nOh what terror seized on poor Urvasi\\nMisty grew the violets of her eyes,\\nAnd her form bent like a broken daisy,\\nWhile around her rose the mocking cries.\\n8i", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "But great Indra said, The maid shall marry\\nHim whose image in her faithful heart\\nShe so near to that of God doth carry,\\nScarce her lips can keep their names apart.\\nCall it then not weakness or dissembling\\nIf, in striving the high name to reach,\\nThrough our voices runs the tender trembling\\nOf an earthly name too dear for speech\\nEver dwells the lesser in the greater,\\nIn God s love the human we by these\\nKnow He holds love s simplest stammering sweeter\\nThan cold praise of wordy Pharisees.\\nHelen Barron Bostwick\\nPROTESTATIONS\\nIF the apple grow on the apple-tree,\\nAnd the wild wind blow o er the wild wood free,\\nAnd the dark stream flow to the darker sea,\\nAnd they all had ceased growing and blowing and\\nflowing,\\nI cannot help loving thee I cannot help loving\\nthee\\nAs flows the dark blue stream to the deeper sea,\\nI cannot help loving thee! I cannot help loving\\nthee\\n82", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "Yet if wild winds blow never more on lea,\\nAnd ne er blossoms grow on the healthy tree,\\nAnd the faithless stream flow not to the sea,\\nAnd they all should cease blowing and growing and\\nflowing,\\nI 11 never cease loving thee I 11 never cease loving\\nthee\\nAs flows the dark blue stream to the deeper sea,\\nI 11 never cease loving thee I 11 never cease loving\\nthee\\nCharles Mackay\\nFROM THE SPANISH STUDENT\\nPRECIOSA.\\nI LOVE thee as the good love heaven;\\nBut not that I am worthy of that heaven.\\nHow shall I more deserve it?\\nVICTORIAN.\\nLoving more.\\nPRECIOSA.\\nI cannot love thee more my heart is full.\\nVICTORIAN.\\nThen let it overflow, and I will drink it.\\nAs in the summer-time the thirsty sands\\nDrink the swift waters of the Manzanares,\\nAnd still do thirst for more.\\nHenry Wadsworth Longfellow\\n83", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "BENEDICITE\\nGOD S love and peace be with thee, where\\nSoe er this soft autumnal air\\nLifts the dark tresses of thy hair!\\nWhether through city casements comes\\nIts kiss to thee, in crowded rooms,\\nOr out among the woodland blooms,\\nIt freshens o er thy thoughtful face.\\nImparting, in its glad embrace,\\nBeauty to beauty, grace to grace\\nFair Nature s book together read,\\nThe old wood-paths that knew our tread,\\nThe maple shadows overhead,\\nThe hills we climbed, the river seen\\nBy gleams along its deep ravine,\\nAll keep thy memory fresh and green.\\nWhere er I look, where er I stray.\\nThy thought goes with me on my way,\\nAnd hence the prayer I breathe to-day;\\nO er lapse of time and change of scene,\\nThe weary waste which lies between\\nThyself and me, my heart I lean.\\n84", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "Thou lack st not friendship s spell-word, nor\\nThe half unconscious power to draw\\nAll hearts to thine by love s sweet law.\\nWith these good gifts of God is cast\\nThy lot, and many a charm thou hast\\nTo hold the blessed angels fast.\\nIf, then, a fervent wish for thee\\nThe gracious heavens will heed from me,\\nWhat should, dear heart, its burden be\\nThe sighing of a shaken reed,\\nWhat can I more than meekly plead\\nThe greatness of our common need?\\nGod s love, unchanging, pure, and true,\\nThe paraclete white shining through\\nHis peace, the fall of Hermon s dew\\nWith such a prayer on this sweet day.\\nAs thou mayest hear and I may say,\\nI greet thee, dearest, far away\\nJohn Greenleaf Whittier\\n85", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "VII.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "It has been such a day as thai, thou knoiuest, when\\nfirst\\nI said I loved thee that long, sunny day\\nWe passed upon the waters, heeding naught,\\nSeeing naught but each other.\\nPhilip James Bailey\\nNot from the whole wide world I choose thee,\\nSweetheart, light of the laftd and the sea 1\\nThe wide, wide world could ?iot eftclose thee,\\nFor thou art the whole wide world to me.\\nRichard Watson Gilder", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "o\\nWHAT THE ROSE SAW\\nTHE ROSE.\\nH, Lily sweet, I saw a pleasant sight.\\nTHE LILY.\\nWliere saw you it, and when\\nTHE ROSE.\\nHere, when the night\\nLay calmly over all and covered us.\\nAnd no wind blew, however tremulous,\\nI heard afar the light fall of her feet\\nAnd murmur of her raiment soft and sweet.\\nTHE LILY.\\nWhat said she to thee when she came anear?\\nTHE ROSE.\\nNo word, but o er me bent till I could hear\\nThe beating of her heart, and feel her blood\\nSwell to a blossom that which was a bud.\\nAlas, I have no words to tell the bliss\\nWhen on my trembling petals fell her kiss\\nSweeter than soft rain falling after heat,\\nOr dew at dawn, was that kiss soft and sweet.\\nThen fell another shadow on the ground.\\nAnd for a little space there was no sound\\nI knew who stood beside her, saw his face\\nShining and happy in that happy place.\\nI know not what they said but this I know\\nThey kissed and passed where think you did they go\\nPhilip Bourke Marston\\n89", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "A\\nLOVERS\\nCRASH of boughs one through them break-\\nins:\\nMercy is startled, and fain would fly,\\nBut e en as she turns, her steps o ertaking,\\nHe pleads with her, Mercy, it is but I\\nMercy he touches her hand unbidden,\\nThe air is balmy, I pray you stay,\\nMercy Her downcast eyes are hidden.\\nAnd never a word she has to say,\\nTill closer drawn, her prison d fingers\\nHe takes to his lips with a yearning strong;\\nAnd she murmurs low, that late she lingers,\\nHer mother will want her and think her long.\\nGood mother is she then honor duly\\nThe lightest wish in her heart that stirs\\nBut there is a bond yet dearer truly,\\nAnd there is a love that passeth hers.\\nMercy, Mercy Her heart attendeth,\\nLove s birthday blush on her brow lies sweet\\nShe turns her face when his own he bendeth.\\nAnd the lips of the youth and the maiden meet.\\nJean Ingelow\\n90", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "FROM LIFE S MYSTERIES\\nA H, how the colder pulse still starts\\nTo think of that one hour sublime,\\nWe hugged heaven down into our hearts,\\nAnd clutched eternity in time\\nWhen love s dear eyes first looked in ours,\\nWhen love s dear brows were strange to frowns,\\nWhen all the stars were burning flowers\\nThat we might pluck and wear for crowns.\\nAlice Gary\\nFROM THE GARDENER S DAUGHTER\\nJL HEN, in that time and place, I spoke to her.\\nRequiring, tho I knew it was mine own.\\nYet for the pleasure that I took to hear.\\nRequiring at her hand the greatest gift,\\nA woman s heart, the heart of her I loved\\nAnd in that time and place she answered me\\nAnd in the compass of three little words,\\nMore musical than ever came in one,\\nThe silver fragments of a broken voice,\\nMade me most happy, faltering I am thine.\\nAlfred Tennyson\\n91", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "WON T YOU\\nDO you remember when you heard\\nMy lips breathe love s first faltering word\\nYou do, sweet don t you?\\nWhen, having wandered all the day,\\nLinked arm in arm I dared to say,\\nYou 11 love me won t you\\nAnd when you blushed, and could not speak,\\nI fondly kissed your glowing cheek\\nDid that affront you?\\nOh, surely not your eye exprest\\nNo wrath, but said, perhaps in jest,\\nYou 11 love me won t you\\nI m sure my eyes replied, I will\\nAnd you believe that promise still\\nYou do, sweet don t you?\\nYes, yes, when age has made our eyes\\nUnfit for questions or replies.\\nYou 11 love me won t you\\nThomas Haynes Bayly\\nK\\nKISS ME SOFTLY\\nISS me softly and speak to me low,\\nMalice has ever a vigilant ear\\nWhat if malice were lurking near\\nKiss me, dear\\nKiss me softly and speak to me low.\\n92", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "Kiss me softly and speak to me low,\\nEnvy too has a watchful ear\\nWhat if env^y should chance to hear?\\nKiss me, dear\\nKiss me softly and speak to me low.\\nKiss me softly and speak to me low,\\nTrust me, darling, the time is near\\nWhen lovers may love with never a fear,\\nKiss me, dear\\nKiss me softly and speak to me low.\\nJohn Godfrey Saxe\\nPROPOSAL\\nTHE violet loves a sunny bank.\\nThe cowslip loves the lea,\\nThe scarlet creeper loves the elm\\nBut I love thee.\\nThe sunshine kisses mount and vale,\\nThe stars, they kiss the sea.\\nThe west winds kiss the clover bloom.\\nBut I kiss thee.\\nThe oriole weds his mottled mate.\\nThe lily s bride o the bee\\nHeaven s marriage ring is round the earth\\nShall I wed thee\\nBayakd Taylor\\n93", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "FOUR-LEAF CLOVER\\nTF one find a four-leaf clover\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0L (She said, sitting on the grass),\\nHe can wish whate er he likes to,\\nAnd that wish shall come to pass.\\nDo you say so? then down kneeling\\nMong the sorrel and cropt grass.\\nLooked I for a four-leaf clover\\nAnd my wish to come to pass.\\nLong I searched among the sorrel,\\nClose beside me she searched too\\nNow and then some commonplaces\\nBroke the silence, but it grew.\\nFor my heart was full of yearning,\\nAnd my mouth of eager words,\\nBut I dared not give them utterance,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nSo I hearkened to the birds\\nAnd kept looking, looking, looking.\\nWhile beside me she looked too\\nTwo bent figures in the twilight.\\nGreen hills paling into blue.\\nHa, 1 have one Yes, and wished for\\nYou, and shall it be I cried,\\nEyes cast down she asked demurely,\\nHath the clover not repHed\\nGeorge Houghton\\n94", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "LOVE S PHILOSOPHY\\nTHE fountains mingle with the river,\\nAnd the rivers with the ocean\\nThe winds of heaven mix forever\\nWith a sweet emotion\\nNothing in the world is single,\\nAll things by a law divine\\nIn one another s being mingle\\nWhy not I with thine\\nSee the mountains kiss high heaven,\\nAnd the waves clasp one another\\nNo sister flower would be forgiven\\nIf it disdained its brother;\\nAnd the sunlight clasps the earth,\\nAnd the moonbeams kiss the sea,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhat are all these kissings worth,\\nIf thou kiss not me?\\nPercy Bysshe Shelley\\nTHE cup of love the hands of two hold.\\nLucy Larcom\\nIndeed I love thee: come\\nYield thyself up; my hopes and thine are one.\\nAccomplish thou my manhood and thyself;\\nLay thy sweet hand in mine and trust to me.\\nAlfred Tennyson\\n95", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "FROM QUEEN MARY\\nThe Happiest Hour,\\nI\\n.T was May time,\\nAnd I was walking with the man I loved,\\nI loved him, but I thought I was not loved\\nAnd both were silent, letting the wild brook\\nSpeak for us, till he stoop d and gathered one\\nFrom out a bed of thick forget-me-nots,\\nLook d hard and sweet at me and gave it me.\\nI took it, tho I did not know I took it,\\nAnd put it in my bosom, and all at onee\\nI felt his arm about me, and his lips.\\nAlfred Tennyson\\nEVENING SONG\\nLOOK off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,\\nAnd mark yon meeting of the sun and sea\\nHow long they kiss in sight of all the lands\\nAh, longer, longer, we\\nNow in the sea s red vintage melts the sun,\\nAs Egypt s pearl dissolved in rosy wine.\\nAnd Cleopatra night drinks all. T is done,\\nLove, lay thine hand in mine.\\nCome forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven s heart\\nGlimmer, ye waves, round else unlighted sands.\\nO Night divorce our sun and sky apart,\\nNever our lips, our hands.\\nSidney Lanier\\n96", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "VIII.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "A weak white girl\\nHeld all his heartstrings in her s?nall white hand;\\nHis youth, and power aiid majesty were hers,,\\nAnd not his own.\\nJean Ingelow\\nSo these lives that had run thus far in separate\\nchannels,\\nComing in sight of each other^ then swerving and\\nflowing asunder,\\nParted by barriers strong, but drawing nearer and\\nnearer.\\nRushed together at last, and one was lost in the\\nother.\\nHenry Wadsworth Longfellow", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "MARRIAGE\\nI ^HEN before all they stand, the holy vow\\nAnd ring of gold, no fond illusions now,\\nBind her as his. Across the threshold led,\\nAnd every tear kissed off as soon as shed.\\nHis house she enters, there to be a light.\\nShining within, when all without is night;\\nA guardian angel o er his life presiding;\\nDoubling his pleasures and his cares dividing.\\nWinning him back when mingling in the throng,\\nBack from a world we love, alas too long,\\nTo fireside happiness, to hours of ease,\\nBlest with that charm, the certainty to please.\\nHow oft her eyes read his her gentle mind\\nTo all his wishes, all his thoughts inclined\\nStill subject, ever on the watch to borrow\\nMirth of his mirth and sorrow of his sorrow\\nThe soul of music slumbers in the shell.\\nTill waked and kindled by the master s spell.\\nAnd feeling hearts touch them but rightly pour\\nA thousand melodies unheard before.\\nSamuel Rogers\\nHAPPY, happier far than thou\\nWith the laurel on thy brow,\\nShe that makes the humblest hearth\\nLovely but to one on earth.\\nFelicia Dorothea Hemans\\n99", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "THE LITTLE BROWN CABIN\\nI DREAM of it, tossing about in my skiff,\\nThe little brown cabin just under the cliff;\\nThe wild rose blown in at the window I see,\\nAnd Rose at the door, looking out after me\\nMy sweetheart, my wife,\\nThe Rose of my life\\nThe sun in the doorway strikes gold from her hair\\nThe breeze fills the little brown house with salt air.\\nAnd she leans to its breath, as if over the sea\\nIt were bringing a kiss and a message from me;\\nMy pretty wild Rose,\\nThe sweetest that grows\\nI have not one wish from my darling apart\\nThe thought of her sweetens my soul and my heart\\nAnd my boat like a bird flies across the blue sea\\nTo the little brown cabin where Rose waits for me,\\nThe Rose of my life,\\nMy own blessed wife\\nLucy Larcom\\nN\\nSUMMER\\nOW sinks the summer sun into the sea;\\nSure never such a sunset shone as this,\\nThat on its golden wing has borne such bliss,\\nDear Love, to thee and me.\\n100", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "Ah, life was drear and lonely, missing thee,\\nThough what my loss I did not then divine\\nBut all is past, the sweet words, thou art mine,\\nMake bliss for thee and me.\\nHow swells the light breeze o er the blossoming lea,\\nSure never winds swept past so sweet and low,\\nNo lonely, unblest future waiteth now,\\nDear Love, for thee and me.\\nLook upward o er the glowing west, and see,\\nSurely the star of evening never shone\\nWith such a holy radiance oh, my own.\\nHeaven smiles on thee and me.\\nMarietta Holley\\nSHE WAS MINE\\nnnHY tears o erprize thy loss Thy wife\\nJ- In what was she particular?\\nOthers of comely face and life.\\nOthers as chaste and warm there are,\\nAnd when they speak they seem to sing\\nBeyond her sex she was not wise\\nAnd there is no more common thing\\nThan kindness in a woman s eyes.\\nThen wherefore weep so long and fast,\\nWhy so exceedingly repine\\nSay, how has thy Beloved surpass d\\nSo much all others She was mine.\\nCoventry Patmore\\nlOI", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "T\\nHOME.\\nWO birds within one nest;\\nTwo hearts within one breast\\nTwo spirits in one fair,\\nFirm league of love and prayer,\\nTogether bound for aye, together blest.\\nAn ear that waits to catch\\nA hand upon the latch\\nA step that hastens its sweet rest to win,\\nA world of care without,\\nA world of strife shut out,\\nA world of love shut in.\\nDora Greenwell\\nFOR THOUGHTS\\nA PANSY on his breast she laid.\\nSplendid and dark with Tyrian dyes,\\nTake it, t is like your tender eyes.\\nDeep as the midnight heaven, she said.\\nThe rich rose mantling in her cheek,\\nBefore him like the dawn she stood,\\nPausing upon life s height, subdued,\\nYet triumphing, both proud and meek;\\nAnd white as winter stars, intense\\nWith steadfast fire, his brilliant face\\nBent toward her with an eager grace,\\nPale with a rapture half suspense.\\n102", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "You give me then a thought, O sweet\\nHe cried, and kissed the purple flower,\\nAnd bowed by Love s resistless power\\nTrembling he sank before her feet.\\nShe crowned his beautiful bowed head\\nWith one caress of her white hand\\nRise up, my flower of all the land\\nFor all my thoughts are yours, she said.\\nCelia Thaxter\\nTHE TWO ANCHORS\\nIT was a gallant sailor man.\\nHad just come home from sea,\\nAnd, as 1 passed him in the town\\nHe sang Ahoy to me.\\nI stopped, and saw I knew the man,\\nHad known him from a boy;\\nAnd so I answered, sailor-like,\\nAvast to his Ahoy\\nI made a song for him one day,\\nHis ship was then in sight,\\nThe little anchor on the left\\nThe great one on the right.\\nI gave his hand a hearty grip,\\nSo you are back again\\nThey say you have been pirating\\nUpon the Spanish main,\\nOr was it some rich Indiaman\\nYou robbed of all her pearls\\n103", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "Of course you have been breaking hearts\\nOf poor Kanaka girls\\nWherever I have been, he said,\\nI kept my ship in sight,\\nThe little anchor on the left,\\nThe great one on the right.\\nI heard last night that you were in,\\nI walked the wharves to-day,\\nBut saw no ship that looked hke yours;\\nWhere does the good ship lay?\\nI want to go on board of her.\\nAnd so you shall, said he\\nBut there are many things to do\\nWhen one comes home from sea.\\nYou know the song you made for me?\\nI sing it day and night,\\nThe little anchor on the left,\\nThe great one on the right.\\nBut how s your wife and little one\\nCome home with me, he said.\\nGo on, go on I follow you.\\nI followed where he led.\\nHe had a pleasant little house;\\nThe door was open wide.\\nAnd at the door the dearest face\\nA dearer one inside.\\nHe hugged his wife and child he sang,\\nHis spirits were so light,\\nThe little anchor on the left.\\nThe great one on the right.\\n104", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "T was supper-time, and we sat down,\\nThe sailor s wife and child\\nAnd he and I he looked at them,\\nAnd looked at me, and smiled.\\nI think of this when I am tossed\\nUpon the stormy foam,\\nAnd though a thousand leagues away,\\nI am anchored here at home.\\nThen, giving each a kiss, he said,\\nI see in dreams at night\\nThis httle anchor on my left.\\nThis great one on my right.\\nRichard Henry Stoddard\\nAND in that twihght hush, God drew their hearts\\nIndissolubly close. For what is love\\nBut his most perfect weaving, intertwine\\nOf the soul s deathless fibres threading in\\nOur human lives, one weft with the divine.\\nLucy Larcom\\nFOR there are two heavens, sweet.\\nBoth made of love, one, inconceivable\\nEv n by the other, so divine it is\\nThe other, far on this side of the stars,\\nBy men called home.\\nLeigh Hunt\\n105", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "ON A CYCLAMEN\\nPlucked at Cana of Galilee and presented to a bride.\\nONLY a flower! but, dear, it grew\\nOn the green mountains which en-ring\\nKana-el-Jelil looking to\\nThe village and the little spring\\nThe Love which did those bridals bless\\nEver and ever on you shine\\nMake happier all your happiness,\\nAnd turn its water into wine\\nEdwin Arnold\\nFROM THE HANGING OF THE CRANE\\nO FORTUNATE, O happy day.\\nWhen a new household finds its place\\nAmong the myriad homes of earth,\\nLike a new star just sprung to birth,\\nAnd rolled on its harmonious way\\nInto the boundless realms of space\\nFor two alone, there in the hall,\\nIs spread the table round and small;\\nUpon the polished silver shine\\nThe evening lamps but, more divine,\\nThe light of love shines over all\\nOf love that says not mine and thine.\\nBut ours, for ours is mine and thine.\\n1 06", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "They want no guests, to come between\\nTheir tender glances like a screen,\\nAnd tell them tales of land and sea,\\nAnd whatsoever may betide\\nThe great, forgotten world outside\\nThey want no guests they needs must be\\nEach other s own best company.\\nHenry Wadsworth Longfellow\\nTWO LOVERS\\nTWO lovers by a moss-grown spring\\nThey leaned soft cheeks together there,\\nMingled the dark and sunny hair.\\nAnd heard the wooing thrushes sing.\\nO budding time\\nO love s best prime\\nTwo wedded from the portal stept:\\nThe bells made happy caroUings,\\nThe air was soft as fanning wings.\\nWhite petals on the pathway slept.\\nO pure-eyed bride\\nO tender pride\\nTwo faces o er a cradle bent\\nTwo hands above the head were locked\\nThese pressed each other while they rocked,\\nThose watched a life that love had sent.\\nO solemn hour\\nO hidden power\\n107", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "Two parents by the evening fire:\\nThe red light fell about their knees\\nOn heads that rose by slow degrees\\nLike buds upon the lily spire.\\nO patient life\\nO tender strife\\nThe two still sat together there,\\nThe red light shone about their knees\\nBut all the heads by slow degrees\\nHad gone and left that lonely pair.\\nO voyage fast\\nO vanished past\\nThe red light shone upon the floor\\nAnd made the space between them wide,\\nThey drew their chairs up side by side,\\nTheir pale cheeks joined, and said Once more\\nO memories\\nO past that is\\nGeorge Eliot\\nWHERE we love is home.\\nHome that our feet may leave, but not our\\nhearts,\\nThough o er us shines the jasper-lighted dome\\nThe chain may lengthen but it never parts\\nOliver Wendell Holmes\\n1 08", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "IX.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "O lady, there bi many things\\nThat seejn right fair, below, above;\\nBut sure not one among them all\\nIs half so sweet as love.\\nOliver Wendell Holmes", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "LOVE TOOK ME SOFTLY BY THE HAND\\nLOVE took me softly by the hand,\\nLove led me all the country o er,\\nAnd showed me beauty in the land,\\nThat I had never dreamt before.\\nNever before, O Love sweet Love\\nThere was a glory in the morn,\\nThere was a calmness in the night,\\nA mildness by the south wind borne,\\nThat I had never felt aright,\\nNever aright, O Love sweet Love!\\nBut now it cannot pass away,\\nI see it wheresoe er I go,\\nAnd in my heart by night and day,\\nIts gladness waveth to and fro,\\nBy night and day, O Love sweet Love\\nWalter R. Cassels\\nSOMETHING the heart must have to cherish,\\nMust love and joy and sorrow learn,\\nSomething with passion clasp, or perish.\\nAnd in itself to ashes burn.\\nHenry Wadsworth Longfellow\\nIII", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "I KNOW MYSELF THE BEST BELOVED\\nOF ALL\\nI KNOW myself the best beloved of all\\nThe many dear to him yet not indeed\\nBecause of his swift thought for every need\\nOf my love s craving I could scarcely call\\nMy very own the power to enthrall\\nSuch chivalry as his, that turns to heed\\nEach slightest claim, nor thinks to ask the meed\\nOf Love returned where Love s sweet offerings fall.\\nNot then because of all he is to me\\nBut by this surer token when he earns\\nThe right to his own happiness, or yearns\\nFor some sweet, sudden, answering sympathy,\\nAh me! with what quick-beating heart I see\\nFor his own joy it is to me he turns\\nAlice Wellington Rollins\\nOH, THAT WE TWO WERE MAYING\\nOH, that we two were Maying,\\nDown the stream of the soft spring breeze\\nLike children with violets playing,\\nIn the shade of the whispering trees.\\nOh, that we two sat dreaming\\nOn the sward of some sheep-trimmed down,\\nWatching the white mist steaming\\nOver river and mead and town.\\n112", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "Oh, that we two lay sleeping\\nIn our nest in the churchyard sod,\\nWith our limbs at rest on the quiet earth s breast,\\nAnd our souls at home with God.\\nCharles Kingsley\\nTHREE KISSES\\nFIRST time he kissed me, he but only kissed\\nThe fingers of this hand wherewith I write,\\nAnd ever since it grew more clean and white,\\nSlow to world-greetings, quick with its Oh, list\\nWhen the angels speak. A ring of amethyst\\nI could not wear here plainer to my sight\\nThan that first kiss. The second passed in height\\nThe first, and sought the forehead, and half missed\\nHalf falling on the hair. O beyond meed\\nThat was the chrism of love, with love s own crown.\\nWith sanctifying sweetness, did precede.\\nThe third upon my lips was folded down\\nIn perfect, purple state! since when, indeed\\nI have been proud and said, My Love, my own.\\nElizabeth Barrett Browning\\nWITH what a graceful tenderness he loves\\nAnd breathes the softest, the sincerest vows\\nComplacency, and truth, and manly sweetness\\nDwell ever on his tongue and smooth his thoughts.\\nJoseph Addison\\n113", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "MY LETTERS\\nMY letters all dead paper mute and white\\nAnd yet they seem alive and quivering\\nAgainst my tremulous hands which loose the string\\nAnd let them drop down on my knee to-night.\\nThis said He wished to have me in his sight\\nOnce, as a friend this fixed a day in spring\\nTo come and touch my hand, a simple thing,\\nYet I wept for it this the paper s light\\nSaid, Dear, I love thee; and I sank and quailed,\\nAs if God s future thundered on my past\\nThis said, aui thine, and so its ink has paled\\nWith lying at my heart, that beat too fast\\nAnd this O Love, thy words have ill availed,\\nIf what this said I dared repeat at last\\nElizabeth Barrett Browning\\nMAY AND LOVE.\\nMAY in the woods and in my heart,\\nAnd we beside the river\\nKing love between us flying\\nSaid, Children, love forever.\\nI heard him, and I thought she heard,\\nHer lips began to quiver,\\nAnd so I shyly kissed her\\nLove laughed along the river!\\nStopford a. Brooke\\n114", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "FROM IN THE GARDEN\\nAND tJiis is Love! until this hour\\nI never lived; but like a flower\\nClose prest i the bud, with sleeping senses,\\nI drank the dark dim influences\\nOf sunlight, moonlight, shade, and dew.\\nAt last I open, thrilling thro\\nWith Love s strange scent, which seemeth part\\nOf the warm life within my heart.\\nPart of the air I breathe O bliss\\nWas ever night so sweet as this\\nIt is enough to breathe, to be,\\nAs if one were a flower, a tree\\nA leaf o the bough, just stirring light\\nWith the warm breathing of the night\\nRobert Buchanan\\nI DID hear you talk\\nFar above singing after you were gone,\\nI grew acquainted with my heart, and searched\\nWhat stirred it so. Alas I found it love.\\nBeaumont and Fletcher\\nI\\nTHINK we had the chief of all love s joys\\nOnly in knowing that we loved each other.\\nGeorge Eliot\\n115", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "LOVERS\\nTWO young fair lovers,\\nWhere the warm June wind,\\nFresh from the sunny fields,\\nPlays fondly round them.\\nStand, tranced in joy,\\nWith sweet, join d voices.\\nAnd with eyes brimming\\nAh, they cry, Destiny,\\nProlong the present\\nTime, stand still here\\nMatthew Arnold\\nANSWER TO A CHILD S QUESTIOxN\\nDO you ask what the birds say The sparrow,\\nthe dove.\\nThe linnet, and thrush say, I love, and I love\\nIn winter they re silent, the wind is so strong;\\nWhat it says I don t know, but it sings a loud song.\\nBut green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm\\nweather,\\nAnd singing and loving, all come back together.\\nBut the lark is so brimful of gladness and love.\\nThe green fields below him, the blue sky above.\\nThat he sings and he sings, and forever sings he,\\nI love my Love, and my Love loves me.\\nSamuel Taylor Coleridge\\nii6", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "LOVE NOTES\\njpHE nightingale has a lyre of gold,\\n-L The lark s is a clarion call,\\nAnd the blackbird plays but a box-wood flute,\\nBut I love him best of all.\\nP or his song is all of the joy of life,\\nAnd we in the mad spring weather,\\nWe two have listened till he sang\\nOur hearts and lips together.\\nWilliam Ernest Henley\\nSONG FROM PIERO DA CASTIGLIONE\\nOJOY of life, O joy of love\\nWhen cloudless skies are blue above,\\nIn starry spring\\nWhen happy warblers on the wing\\nDo mating build their nests and sing,\\nO joy of life\\nO joy of Hfe, O joy of love\\nWhen God in cloudless skies above\\nKnits heart to heart\\nThat time, nor fate, nor death can part.\\nStuart Stearne\\n117", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "ON A CLOCK\\nLONELY once, my love away,\\nTo this slave of Time I cried\\nFaster on your journey glide,\\nLet your feet no second stay\\nSpeed the dreary night and day\\nHe all heedless, obstinate,\\nNever quickened in his gait.\\nHappy once, my love in sight,\\nTo this slave of Time I prayed:\\nBe your journey slowly made,\\nLoiter with me in delight\\nStay the happy day and night\\nObstinate, he heard at last,\\nHeard, and hurried twice as fast.\\nFrank Dempster Sherman\\nLOVE S LANGUAGE\\nnPHEIR little language the children\\nHave, on the knee as they sit\\nAnd only those who love them\\nCan find the key to it.\\nThe words thereof and the grammar\\nPerplex the logician s art\\nBut the heart goes straight with the meaning,\\nAnd the meaning is clear to the heart.\\nii8", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "So thou, my Love, hast a language\\nThat in Httle says all to me\\nBut the world cannot guess the sweetness\\nWhich is hidden with love and thee.\\nFrancis Turner Palgrave\\nTHERE is a glory in tree and blossom,\\nA trill in the wild bird s tone,\\nA balm in the summer breezes,\\nThat Love revealeth, alone.\\nBenjamin S. Parker\\n19", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "X.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "O Life what after-joy hast thou\\nLike Love s first certain gladness\\nMary Howitt\\nNothing is better, well know,\\nThati love.\\nAlgernon Charles Swinburne\\nLife may to you bring every good\\nWhich from a Father s haiid can fall\\nBut if true lips have said to me,\\nlove you, I have known it all\\nPhcebe Gary", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "LIFE S GIFTS\\nWHEN I grow gray and men shall say to me,\\nWhat was the worth of living, truly told\\nLo thou hast lived thy life out thou art old\\nThou hast gathered fruit from many a green-leaved\\ntree.\\nAnd kissed love s lips by many a summer sea.\\nAnd twined soft hands in locks of shining gold,\\nBut all thy days are dead days now, behold\\nLife passes onward, what is life to thee\\nThen will I answer, as thy gracious eyes,\\nLove, gleam upon me from dim far-off skies,\\nLife had its endless deathless charm, and still\\nThat charm weaves rapture round me at my will.\\nLife has its glory, for I have seen Thee;\\nAnd roses, and June sunsets, and the sea.\\nGeorge Barlow\\nEUREKA\\nWHOM I crown with love is royal.\\nMatters not her blood or birth\\nShe is queen, and I am loyal\\nTo the noblest of the earth.\\nNeither place, nor wealth, nor title.\\nLacks the man my friendship owns\\nHis distinction, true and vital,\\nShines supreme o er crowns and thrones.\\n123", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "Where true love bestows its sweetness,\\nWhere true friendship lays its hand,\\nDwells all greatness, all completeness,\\nAll the wealth of every land.\\nMan is greater than condition,\\nAnd where man himself bestows,\\nHe begets, and gives position\\nTo the gentlest that he knows.\\nNeither miracle nor fable\\nIs the water changed to wdne\\nLords and ladies at my table\\nProve Love s simplest fare divine.\\nAnd if these accept my duty,\\nIf the loved my homage own,\\nI have won all worth and beauty\\nI have found the magic stone.\\nJosiAH Gilbert Holland\\nI\\nSIMPLY say that she is good,\\nAnd loves me with pure womanhood.\\nWhen that is said, why, what remains?\\nJoaquin Miller\\n124", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF THE CAMP\\n^IVE us a song the soldiers cried,\\nV-J The outer trenches guarding,\\nWhen the heated guns of the camps allied\\nGrew weary of bombarding.\\nThe dark Redan, in silent scoff,\\nLay, grim and threatening, under;\\nAnd the tawny mound of the Malakoff\\nNo longer belched its thunder.\\nThere was a pause. A guardsman said\\nWe storm the forts to-morrow\\nSing while we may, another day\\nWill bring enough of sorrow.\\nThey lay along the battery s side,\\nBelow the smoking cannon\\nBrave hearts from Severn and from Clyde,\\nAnd from the banks of Shannon.\\nThey sang of love and not of fame\\nForgot was Britain s glory\\nEach heart recalled a different name,\\nBut all sang Annie Laurie.\\nVoice after voice caught up the song.\\nUntil its tender passion\\nRose like an anthem, rich and strong,\\nTheir battle-eve confession.\\n125", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "Dear girl, her name he dared not speak,\\nBut, as the song grew louder,\\nSomething upon the soldier s cheek\\nWashed off the stains of powder.\\nBeyond the darkening ocean burned\\nThe bloody sunset s embers,\\nWhile the Crimean valleys learned\\nHow English love remembers.\\nAnd once again a fire of hell\\nRained on the Russian quarters\\nWith scream of shot, and burst of shell,\\nAnd bellowing of the mortars.\\nAnd Irish Nora s eyes are dim\\nFor a singer, dumb and gory.\\nAnd English Mary mourns for him\\nWho sang of Annie Laurie.\\nSleep, soldiers still in honored rest\\nYour truth and valor wearing\\nThe bravest are the tenderest.\\nThe loving are the daring.\\nBayard Taylor\\nLOVE is the only good in the world,\\nHenceforth be loved as heart can love.\\nOr brain devise, or hand approve.\\nRobert Browning\\n126", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "GONE\\n/^^ONE is the freshness of my youthful prime;\\nGone the illusions of a later time\\nGone is the thought that wealth is worth its cost\\nOr aught I hold so good as what I ve lost\\nGone are the beauty and the nameless grace\\nThat once I worshipped in dear Nature s face.\\nGone is the mighty music that of yore\\nSwept through the woods or rolled upon the shore;\\nGone the desire of glory in men s breath\\nTo waft my name beyond the deeps of Death\\nGone is the hope that in the darkest day\\nSaw bright to-morrow with empurpling ray\\nGone, gone, all gone, on which my heart was cast,\\nGone, gone forever to the awful Past\\nAll gone but Love\\nOh, coward to repine\\nThou hast all else, if Love indeed be thine\\nCharles Mackay\\nBEST\\nT OVE is better than house and lands\\n-L So, Sir Stephen, I 11 ride with thee.\\nShe made one step where the courser stands.\\nOne light spring to the saddle-tree.\\n127", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "Love is better than kith or kin\\nSo close she clung, and so close clasped he,\\nThey heard no sob of the bitter wind,\\nOr snow that shuddered along the lea.\\nLove is better than life and breath\\nThe drifts are over the horse s knee,\\nSoftly they sink to the soft white death.\\nAnd the snow shroud hides them silently.\\nHouses and lands are gone for aye\\nKith and kin like the wild wind flee\\nLife and death have vanished away\\nBut love hath blossomed eternally.\\nRose Terry Cooke\\nLOVE S light is strange to you Ah, me\\nYour heart is an unquickened seed,\\nAnd whatsoe er your fortunes be,\\nI tell you, you are poor indeed.\\nWhat toucheth it, it maketh bright,\\nYet loseth nothing, like the sun,\\nWithin whose great and gracious light\\nA thousand dew-drops shine as one.\\nAlice Cary\\n128", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "AN EXTRAVAGANZA\\nEnfant si j etais roi, je donnerais I empire.\\nI D give, Girl (were I but a king),\\nThrone, sceptre, empire, everything\\nMy people suppliant on the knee;\\nMy ships that crowd the subject sea;\\nMy crown, my baths of porphyry,\\nFor one sweet look from thee\\nWere I a god, I d give the air,\\nEarth, and the sea; the angels fair;\\nThe skies; the golden worlds around;\\nThe demons whom my laws have bound;\\nChaos and its dark progeny\\nAll space and all eternity,\\nFor 07ie love-kiss from thee\\nVictor Hugo\\nTHE TWO LOVES\\nSMOOTHING soft the nestling head\\nOf a maiden fancy-led,\\nThus a grave-eyed woman said\\nRichest gifts are those we make,\\nDearer than the love we take\\nThat we give for love s own sake.\\n129", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "Well I know the heart s unrest\\nMine has been the common quest,\\nTo be loved and therefore blest.\\nAt my feet as on a shrine\\nLove has laid its gifts divine.\\nSweet the offerings seemed, and yet\\nWith their sweetness came regret,\\nAnd a sense of unpaid debt.\\nHeart of mine unsatisfied.\\nWas it vanity or pride\\nThat a deeper joy denied\\nHands that ope but to receive\\nEmpty close they only Hve\\nRichly, who can richly give.\\nStill, she sighed with moistening eyes,\\nLove is sweet in any guise\\nBut its best is sacrifice\\nHe who, giving, does not crave\\nLikest is to Him who gave\\nLife itself the loved to save.\\nLove, that self-forgetful gives.\\nSows surprise of ripened sheaves.\\nLate or soon its own receives.\\nJohn Greexleaf Whittier\\n130", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "BETTER THINGS\\nBETTER to smell a violet\\nThan sip the careless wine\\nBetter to list one music tone\\nThan watch the jewels shine.\\nBetter to have the love of one\\nThan smiles like morning dew;\\nBetter to have a living seed\\nThan flowers of every hue.\\nBetter to feel a love within\\nThan be lovely to the sight;\\nBetter a homely tenderness\\nThan beauty s wild delight.\\nBetter to love than be beloved,\\nThough lonely all the day\\nBetter the fountain in the heart\\nThan the fountain by the way.\\nBetter the thanks of one dear heart\\nThan a nation s voice of praise\\nBetter the twilight ere the dawn\\nThan yesterday s mid-blaze.\\nBetter a death when work is done\\nThan earth s most favored birth\\nBetter a child in God s great house\\nThan the king of all the earth.\\nLeigh Hunt\\n131", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "FROM KATRINA\\nI\\nDREW her head\\nDown to my cheek, and said My angel wife\\nWhatever torment or disquietude\\nI may have suffered, you have never been\\nIts cause or its occasion. You are all\\nYou have been all that womanhood can be\\nTo manhood s want; and in your woman s love\\nAnd woman s pain, I have found every good\\nMy life has known since first our lives were joined.\\nJosiAH Gilbert Holland\\nW^EDDED\\nHE took in both hands her lovely head,\\nAnd looked in her eyes serene,\\nMany years married, but still as fond\\nAs the fooHsh boy had been.\\nAnd O my dear, said he, and my love,\\nMy dear sweet love and my wife.\\nIf every kiss were a golden coin,\\nYou would be rich for life.\\nNay, if of every kiss I have given\\nEach were but a single penny,\\nYou would be rich with riches to spare\\nSweet wife, think how many, how many\\n132", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "Yea, truly, she said, yet I d not barter one\\nWhile I bind up my sheaves of caresses;\\nBut there s many, oh, many a poor rich wife\\nWho would give all of her gold for the kisses.\\nJames V. Blake\\nLOVE S THREAD OF GOLD.\\nIN the night she told a story.\\nIn the night and all night through,\\nWhile the moon was in her glory,\\nAnd the branches dropped with dew.\\nT was my life she told, and round it\\nRose the years as from a deep\\nIn the world s great heart she found it,\\nCradled like a child asleep.\\nIn the night I saw her weaving\\nBy the misty moonbeam cold.\\nAll the weft her shuttle cleaving\\nWith a sacred thread of gold.\\nAh she wept me tears of sorrow,\\nLulling tears so mystic sweet;\\nThen she wove my last to-morrow.\\nAnd her web lay at my feet.\\nOf my life she made the story\\nI must weep so soon t was told\\nBut your name did lend it glory,\\nAnd your love its thread of gold\\nJean Ingelow\\n133", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "FROM LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL\\nIN peace love tunes the shepherd s reed\\nIn war he mounts the warrior s steed\\nIn halls in gay attire is seen\\nIn hamlets dances on the green.\\nLove rules the court, the camp, the grove,\\nAnd men below, and saints above\\nFor Love is heaven, and heaven is Love.\\nSir Walter Scott\\nLOVE AMONG THE RUINS\\nI.\\nWHERE the quiet-colored end of evening smiles\\nMiles and miles\\nOn the solitary pastures where our sheep\\nHalf asleep\\nTinkle homeward thro the twilight, stray or stop\\nAs they crop\\nII.\\nWas the site once of a city great and gay,\\n(So they say)\\nOf our country s very capital, its prince\\nAges since\\nHeld his court in, gathered councils, wielding far\\nPeace or war.\\n134", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "III.\\nNow the country does not even boast a tree,\\nAs you see,\\nTo distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills\\nFrom the hills\\nIntersect and give a name to, (else they run\\nInto one)\\nIV.\\nWhere the doomed and daring palace shot its spires\\nUp like fires\\nO er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall\\nBounding all,\\nMade of marble, men might march on nor be prest,\\nTwelve abreast.\\nV.\\nAnd such plenty and perfection, see, of grass\\nNever was\\nSuch a carpet as, this summer-time, o erspreads\\nAnd embeds\\nEvery vestige of the city, guessed alone,\\nStock or stone\\nVI.\\nWhere a multitude of men breathed joy and woe\\nLong ago\\nLust of glory pricked their hearts up, dread of shame\\nStruck them tame\\nAnd that glory and that shame alike, the gold\\nBought and sold.\\n^35", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "VII.\\nNow, the single little turret that remains\\nOn the plains,\\nBy the caper overrooted, by the gourd\\nOverscored,\\nWhile the patching houseleek s head of blossoms winks\\nThrough the chinks\\nVIII.\\nMarks the basement whence a tower in ancient time\\nSprang sublime.\\nAnd a burning ring all round, the chariots traced\\nAs they raced,\\nAnd the monarch and his minions and his dames\\nViewed the games.\\nIX.\\nAnd I know while thus the quiet-colored eve\\nSmiles to leave\\nTo their folding, all our many-tinkling fleece\\nIn such peace,\\nAnd the slopes and the rills in undistinguished gray\\nMelt away\\nX,\\nThat a girl with eager eyes and yellow hair\\nWaits me there\\nIn the turret, whence the charioteers caught soul\\nFor the goal.\\nWhen the king looked, where she looks now, breath-\\nless, dumb\\nTill I come.\\n136", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "XI.\\nBut he looked upon the city, every side,\\nFar and wide,\\nAll the mountains topped with temples, all the glades\\nColonnades,\\nAll the causeys, bridges, aqueducts, and then,\\nAll the men\\nXII.\\nWhen I do come, she will speak not, she will stand,\\nEither hand\\nOn my shoulder, give her eyes the first embrace\\nOf my face.\\nEre we rush, ere we extinguish sight and speech\\nEach on each.\\nXIII.\\nIn one year they sent a million fighters forth\\nSouth and north,\\nAnd they built their gods a brazen pillar high\\nAs the sky,\\nYet reserved a thousand chariots in full force\\nGold, of course.\\nXIV.\\nOh, heart oh, blood that freezes, blood that burns\\nEarth s returns\\nFor whole centuries of folly, noise, and sin\\nShut them in,\\nWith their triumphs and their glories and the rest.\\nLove is best.\\nRobert Browning\\n137", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "FROM THE CHILDREN OF THE LORD S\\nSUPPER\\nLOVE is the root of creation; God s essence;\\nworlds without number\\nLie in his bosom like children he made them for\\nthis purpose only.\\nOnly to love and be loved again, he breathed forth\\nhis spirit\\nInto the slumbering dust, and upright standing, it\\nlaid its\\nHand on its heart, and felt it was warm with a flame\\nout of heaven.\\nQuench, oh, quench not that flame! It is the breath\\nof your being,\\nLove is life, but hatred is death.\\nHenry Wadsworth Longfellow\\nEROS\\nTHE sense of the world is short,\\nLong and vanous the report,\\nTo love and be beloved\\nMen and gods have not outlearned it;\\nAnd, how oft so er they ve turned it,\\nT will not be improved.\\nRalph Waldo Emerson\\nT\\nHE gate of Heaven is Love, there is none other.\\nLucy Larcom\\n138", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "XI.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "He sang out of his soul what he found there.\\nHe sang of Love and Life and Sorrow and Deaths\\nOf Knowledge and of sweet Philosophy\\nHe sang how Love is mightiest of all these.\\nHenry Bernard Carpenter\\nLove is not to be reasoned down or lost\\nIn high ambition., and a thirst of greatness.\\nT is second life^ it grows into the soiil^\\nWa7 iJis every vein, and beats in every pulse.\\nJoseph Addison", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "NEVER KNEW IT, LOVE, TILL NOW\\nI ne er imagined, Love, that thou\\nWert such a mighty one; at will,\\nThou canst both faith and conscience bow,\\nAnd thy despotic law fulfil\\nI never knew it, Love, till now.\\nI thought 1 knew thee well, I thought\\nThat I thy mazes had explored\\nBut I within thy nets am caught,\\nAnd now I own thee sovereign lord.\\nI ne er imagined. Love, that thou\\nWert such a mighty one at will,\\nThou bid st both faith and conscience bow,\\nAnd thy despotic law fulfil\\nI never knew it, Love, till now.\\nSpanish of Juan II., King of Castile\\nLOVE SCORNS DEGREES\\nLOVE scorns degrees the low he lifteth high,\\nThe high he draweth down to that fair plain\\nWhereon, in his divine equality.\\nTwo loving hearts may meet, nor meet in vain\\nGainst such sweet levelling Custom cries amain,\\nBut o er its harshest utterance one bland sigh.\\nBreathed passion-wise, doth mount victorious still,\\nFor Love, earth s lord must have his lordly will.\\nPaul Hamilton Hayne\\n141", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "THE LAST LETTER\\nLONG years within its sepulchre\\nOf faintly scented cedar,\\nHas lain this letter, dear to her\\nWho was its constant reader\\nThe postmark on the envelope\\nSufficed the date to give her,\\nAnd told the birth of patient hope\\nThat managed to outlive her.\\nHow often to this treasure-box,\\nTears in her eyes soft fringes,\\nShe came with key and turned the locks,\\nAnd on its brazen hinges\\nSwung back the quaintly figured lid,\\nAnd raised a sandal cover.\\nDisclosing, under trinkets hid.\\nThis message from her lover.\\nThen lifting it as twere a child,\\nHer hand awhile caressed it\\nEre to the lips that sadly smiled\\nTime and again she pressed it\\nThen drew the small enclosure out\\nAnd smoothed the wrinkled paper,\\nLest any line should leave a doubt\\nOr any word escape her.\\nStill held the olden charm its place\\nAmid the tender phrases.\\nTime seemed unwilling to efface\\nThe love-pervaded praises;\\n142", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "And though a thousand lovers might\\nHave matched them all for passion,\\nA poet were inspired to write\\nIn their unstudied fashion.\\nFrom Darling slowly, word by word,\\nShe reads the tear-stained treasure\\nThe mists by which her eyes were blurred\\nGrew out of pain and pleasure\\nBut when she reached that cherished name,\\nAnd saw the last leave-taking,\\nThe mist a storm of grief became\\nHer very heart was breaking!\\nI put it back, this old-time note\\nWhich seems like sorrow s leaven,\\nFor she who read and he who wrote.\\nPlease God, are now in heaven.\\nIf lovers of to-day could win\\nSuch love as won this letter.\\nThe world about us would begin\\nTo gladden and grow better.\\nFrank Dempster Sherman\\nFOR they alone have need of sorrow,\\nAnd they alone are poor.\\nFor whom, in life. Love s holy angel\\nHath opened not her door.\\nMary Clemmer\\n143", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "ALL THE YEAR ROUND\\nGO, time and tide, go as you will\\nI cannot heed your ways.\\nWhat care I for summer glow,\\nWhat care I for ice and snow,\\nWhen love doth fill my days?\\nInto its ark through wind and rain\\nMy heart flies as the dove;\\nOh, rosy is the darkened day\\nAnd rosy is the stormy way\\nThat lead me to my Love.\\nHow can I care if leaves be green\\nOr gray with early rime\\nLove, ruling, reigning in the soul\\nWith pure and passionate control.\\nMakes its own summer-time.\\nEllen Mackay Hutchinson\\nLOVE AND LIFE\\nTHE way is steep and hard to tread, and drear;\\nPiercing and bleak the icy atmosphere,\\nMy feet are bruised and bleeding, and my eyes\\nCan only with dim questionings seek the skies.\\nHow could I walk a step without thine aid.?\\nHow face the awful silence unafraid\\nHow bear the star-rays and the moon glance cold?\\nLoose not thine hold\\n144", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "Earth and its kindly ways seem very far,\\nAnd yet the shining skies no nearer are\\nExcept for thee, dear Love, I could not go\\nOver the hard rocks, the untrodden snow,\\nBut had sat down content with lower things,\\nWith scanty crumbs and waning water-springs,\\nA winged thing, whose wings might not unfold.\\nLoose not thine hold\\nLoose not thine hold let me feel all the while\\nThe quickening impulse of thy tender smile\\nLuring me on, and catch, as if in trance,\\nThe lovely reverence of thy downward glance,\\nThe pity and the splendor of thy face,\\nThe recognition like a soft embrace.\\nUntil my feet shall tread the streets of gold.\\nLoose not thy hold\\nSarah Woolsey\\n(Susan Coolidge)\\nTHE HEART S CALL\\nHE rides away at early light.\\nAmid the tingling frost.\\nAnd in the mist that sweeps her sight\\nHis form is quickly lost.\\nHe crosses now the silent stream,\\nNow skirts the forest drear,\\nWhose thickets cast a silver gleam\\nFrom leafage thin and sear.\\nH5", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "Long falls the shadow at his back\\n(The morning springs before);\\nHis thoughts fly down the shadow d track\\nAnd haunt his cottage door.\\nMiles gone, upon the hilltop bare\\nHe draws a sudden rein\\nHis name, her voice, rings on the air,\\nThen all is still again\\nShe sits at home, she speaks no word,\\nBut deeply calls her heart\\nAnd this it is that he has heard,\\nThough they are miles apart.\\nEdith M. Thomas\\nMY JEAN\\nTHOUGH cruel fate should bid us part,\\nFar as the pole and line.\\nHer dear idea round my heart\\nShould tenderly entwine.\\nThough mountains rise, and deserts howl,\\nAnd oceans roar between.\\nYet, dearer than my deathless soul,\\nI still would love my Jean.\\nRobert Burns\\n146", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "FROM HAROLD\\nHAROLD.\\nf^ALL me not King, but Harold.\\nEDITH.\\nNay, thou art King!\\nHAROLD.\\nThine, thine, or King or churl\\nMy girl, thou hast been weeping turn not thou\\nThy face away, but rather let me be\\nKing of the moment to thee, and command\\nThat kiss my due when subject, which will make\\nMy kingship kinglier to me than to reign\\nKing of the world without it.\\nKiss me thou art not\\nA holy sister yet, my girl, to fear\\nThere might be more than brother in my kiss,\\nAnd more than sister in thine own.\\nEDITH.\\nI dare not.\\nHAROLD.\\nEdith,\\nHadst thou been braver, I had better braved\\nAll\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but I love thee and thou me and that\\nRemains beyond all chances and all churches,\\nAnd that thou knowest.\\n147", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "EDITH.\\nAy, but take back thy ring.\\nIt burns my hand a curse to thee and me.\\nI dare not wear it.\\nHAROLD.\\nBut I dare. God with thee\\nlExit.\\nEDITH.\\nThe King hath cursed him, if he marry me\\nThe Pope hath cursed him, marry me or no\\nGod help me I know nothing can but pray\\nFor Harold pray, pray, pray no help but prayer,\\nA breath that fleets beyond this iron world,\\nAnd touches Him that made it.\\nAlfred Tennyson\\nAH, Love let us be true\\nTo one another for the world, which seems\\nTo lie before us like a land of dreams,\\nSo various, so beautiful, so new,\\nHath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,\\nNor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;\\nAnd we are here as on a darkling plain,\\nSwept with confused alarms of struggle and flight\\nWhere ignorant armies clash by night.\\nMatthew Arnold\\n148", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "FROM EVANGELINE\\nHALF-WAY down to the shore Evangeline waited\\nin silence,\\nNot overcome with grief, but strong in the hour of\\naffliction,\\nCalmly and sadly she waited, until the procession\\napproached her,\\nAnd she beheld the face of Gabriel pale with emotion.\\nTears then filled her eyes, and, eagerly running to\\nmeet him,\\nClasped she his hands, and laid her head on his\\nshoulder, and whispered,\\nGabriel be of good cheer for if we love one\\nanother,\\nNothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances\\nmay happen\\nHenry Wadsworth Longfellow\\nLOVE S FINAL POWERS\\nTHERE are strong powers of love that early years\\nKnow little of. All added force of being\\nGives love new, deeper, tenderer eyes for seeing.\\nAnd love wins sweetness from a lifetime s tears.\\nAll pangs and hopes and joys and trembling fears\\nAdd strength to love. As life s black darkness grows,\\nLove s firmer step through that murk darkness goes,\\nAnd dauntless over the grave s brink Love peers.\\n149", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "There are strange powers of love that youthful days\\nKnow little of. There is a love beside\\nWhose strength the passion of the ocean wide\\nIs like the ripples whispering in blue bays\\nA love beside whose strength death s fingers wild\\nAre weak as pink soft fingers of a child.\\nGeorge Barlow\\nFROM ARTEVELDE\\nADRIANA.\\nN.\\nAY, said I not\\nAnd if I said it not, I say it now\\nI 11 follow thee through sunshine and through storm,\\nI will be with thee in thy weal and w oe,\\nIn thy afflictions, should they fall upon thee\\nIn thy temptations, when bad men beset thee,\\nAnd should they crush thee, in the hour of death,\\nLet but thy love be with me to the last.\\nARTEVELDE.\\nMy love is with thee ever that thou knowest.\\nHenry Taylor\\nI CAN NOT tell the spell that binds thine image\\nForever in my heart;\\nI only know thou art to my existence\\nIts very, vital part.\\nAnnie Chambers-Ketchum\\n150", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "XTI.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "Too full of love my soul is to fi?id place\\nFor fear or auger.\\nEdwin Arnold\\nI do not love thee less for what is dotie\\nAftd cannot be undone. Thy very weakness\\nHath brought thee nearer to me^ attd henceforth\\nMy love will have a sense of pity in it\\nMaking it less a worship than before.\\nHenry Wadsworth Longfellow", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "TWO TRUTHS\\nT^ARLING, he said, I never meant\\n-L^ To hurt you and his eyes were wet.\\nI would not hurt you for the world\\nAm I to blame if I forget\\nForgive my selfish tears she cried,\\nForgive I knew that it was not\\nBecause you meant to hurt me, sweet,\\nI knew it was that you forgot\\nBut all the same, deep in her heart\\nRankled this thought, and rankles yet,\\nWhen love is at its best, one loves\\nSo much that he cannot forget.\\nHelen Hunt Jackson\\nAT NOON AND MIDNIGHT\\nFAR in the night, yet no rest for him The pillow\\nnext his own\\nThe wife s sweet face in slumber pressed yet he\\nawake, alone alone\\nIn vain he courted sleep; one thought would ever in\\nhis heart arise,\\nThe harsh words that at noon had brought the tear-\\ndrops to her eyes.\\n153", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "Slowly on lifted arm he raised and listened. All was\\nstill as death.\\nHe touched her forehead as he gazed, and listened\\nyet, with bated breath,\\nStill silently as though he prayed, his lips moved\\nlightly as she slept\\nFor God was with him, and he laid his face with hers\\nand wept.\\nJames Whitcomb Riley\\nOUR OWN\\nIF I had known in the morning,\\nHow wearily all the day\\nThe words unkind would trouble my mind\\nThat I said when you went away,\\nI had been more careful, darling,\\nNor given you needless pain\\nBut we vex our own with look and tone\\nWe might never take back again.\\nFor though in the quiet evening\\nYou may give me the kiss of peace,\\nYet it well might be that never for me\\nThe pain of the heart should cease!\\nHow many go forth in the morning\\nWho never come home at night,\\nAnd hearts have been broken for harsh words\\nspoken\\nThat sorrow can ne er set right.\\n154", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "We have careful thought for the stranger,\\nAnd smiles for the sometime guest,\\nBut oft for our own the bitter tone,\\nThough we love our own the best.\\nAh, lip with the curve impatient.\\nAh, brow with the shade of scorn,\\nT were cruel fate were the night too late\\nTo undo the work of morn.\\nMargaret Elizabeth Sangster\\nA LETTER\\nTWO things love can do,\\nOnly two\\nCan distrust or can believe\\nIt can die or it can live.\\nThere is no syncope\\nPossible to love or me.\\nGo your ways\\nTwo things you can do,\\nOnly two\\nBe the thing you used to be,\\nOr be nothing more to me,\\nI can but joy or grieve.\\nCan no more than die or live.\\nGo your ways\\nSo far I wrote, my darling, drearily,\\nBut now my sad pen falls down wearily\\nFrom out my trembling hand.\\n^55", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "I did not, do not, cannot mean it, Dear\\nCome life or death, joy, grief, or hope or fear,\\nI bless you where I stand\\nI bless you where I stand excusing you.\\nNo speech nor language for accusing you\\nMy laggard lips can learn.\\nTo you be what you are, or can, to me\\nTo you or blessedly or fatefully\\nMy heart must turn\\nElizabeth Stuart Phelps\\nWE KISS D AGAIN WITH TEARS\\nAS thro the land at eve we went\\nAnd pluck d the ripen d ears,\\nWe fell out, my wife and I,\\nOh, we fell out, I know not why,\\nAnd kiss d again with tears.\\nFor when we came where lies the child\\nWe lost in other years.\\nThere above the little grave,\\nOh, there above the little grave.\\nWe kiss d again with tears.\\nAlfred Tennyson\\n156", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "FORGIVEN\\nI DREAMED so dear a dream of you last night\\nI thought you came. I was so glad, so gay,\\nI whispered, Those were foolish words to say\\nI meant them not. I cannot bear the sight\\nOf your dear face. I cannot meet the light\\nOf your dear eyes upon me. Sit, I pray,\\nSit here beside me turn your look away.\\nAnd lay your cheek on mine. Till morning bright\\nWe sat so, and we did not speak. I knew\\nAll was forgiven; so I nestled there\\nWith your arms round. Swift the sweet hours flew.\\nAt last I waked, and sought you everywhere.\\nHow long, dear, think you, that my glad cheek will\\nBurn, as it burns with your cheek s pressure still?\\nHelen Hunt Jackson\\nIT is n t the thing you do, dear.\\nIt s the thing you leave undone,\\nWhich gives you a bit of a heart-ache\\nAt the setting of the sun.\\nThe tender word forgotten,\\nThe letter you did not write.\\nThe flower you might have sent, dear,\\nAre your haunting ghosts to-night.\\nMargaret Elizabeth Sangster\\n157", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "HER fittest triumph is to show that good\\nLurks in the heart of evil evermore\\nThat love, though scorned and outcast and withstood,\\nCan without end forgive, and yet have store.\\nJames Russell Lowell\\n158", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "XIII.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "Not to he with you, not to see your face,\\nAlas for me then, my good days are dotie.\\nAlfred Tennyson\\nO friend/ O best of friends Thy absejice more\\nThan the itnpending flight darkens the landscape o er\\nHenry Wadsworth Longfellow", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "GONE\\nIS it the shrewd October wind\\nBrings the tears into her eyes\\nDoes it blow so strong that she must fetch\\nHer breath in sudden sighs\\nThe sound of his horse s feet grows faint,\\nThe Rider has passed from sight\\nThe day glides out of the crimson west,\\nAnd coldly falls the night.\\nShe presses her tremulous fingers tight\\nAgainst her closed eyes,\\nAnd on the lonesome threshold there,\\nShe cowers down and cries.\\nWilliam Dean Howells\\nFROM MICHAEL ANGELO\\nN.\\nOW that she is gone,\\nRome is no longer Rome till she return.\\nThis feeling overmasters me. I know not\\nIf it be love, this strong desire to be\\nForever in her presence; but I know\\nThat I who was the friend of solitude,\\nAnd ever was best pleased when most alone,\\nNow weary grow of my own company.\\nHenry Wadsworth Longfellow\\nII i6i", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "ABSENCE\\nWHAT shall I do with all the days and hours\\nThat must be counted ere I see thy face\\nHow shall I charm the interval that lowers\\nBetween this time, and that sweet time of grace\\nShall I in slumber steep each weary sense,\\nWeary with longing Shall I flee away\\nInto past days, and with some fond pretence\\nCheat myself to forget the present day\\nShall love for thee lay on my soul the sin\\nOf casting from me God s great gift of time?\\nShall I, these mists of memory locked within,\\nLeave and forget life s purposes sublime\\nOh, how, or by what means, may I contrive\\nTo bring the hour that brings thee back more near?\\nHow may I teach my drooping hope to live\\nUntil that blessed time, and thou art here?\\nI 11 tell thee, for thy sake I will lay hold\\nOf all good aims, and consecrate to thee\\nIn worthy deeds each moment that is told,\\nWhile thou, beloved one art far from me.\\nFor thee I will arouse my thoughts to try\\nAll heavenward flights, all high and holy strains.\\nFor thy dear sake I will walk patiently\\nThrough these long hours, nor call their minutes\\npains.\\n162", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "I will this dreary blank of absence make\\nA noble task-time, and will therein strive\\nTo follow excellence, and to o ertake\\nMore good than I have won, since yet I live.\\nSo may this doomed time build up in me\\nA thousand graces which shall thus be thine\\nSo may my love and longing hallowed be,\\nAnd thy dear thought an influence divine.\\nFrances Anne Kemble\\nTHE BOAT OF MY LOVER\\nOBOAT of my lover! go softly, go safely,\\nO boat of my lover that bears him from me.\\nFrom the homes of the clachan, from the burn singing\\nsweetly,\\nFrom the loch and the mountain he 11 never more\\nsee.\\nboat of my lover go softly, go safely.\\nThou bearest my soul with thee over the tide.\\n1 said not a word, but my heart it was breaking;\\nFor life is so short and the ocean so wide\\nO boat of my lover go softly, go safely,\\nThough the dear voice is silent, the kind hand is\\ngone;\\nBut oh, love me, my lover, and I 11 live till I find thee.\\nTill our parting is over, and our dark days are done.\\nDinah Maria Muloch-Craik\\n163", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "THE LOVED ONE EVER NEAR\\nI THINK of thee, when the bright sunlight shimmers\\nAcross the sea\\nWhen the clear fountain m the moonbeam glimmers\\nI think of thee.\\nI see thee, if far up the pathway yonder\\nThe dust be stirred\\nIf faint steps o er the little bridge to wander\\nAt night be heard.\\nI hear thee when the tossing wave s low rumbling\\nCreeps up the hill;\\nI go to the lone wood and listen, trembhng,\\nWhen all is still.\\nI am with thee wherever thou art roaming,\\nAnd thou art near\\nThe sun goes down, and soon the stars are coming\\nWould thou wert here\\nJ. S. DWIGHT\\nFj om the Genna?i of Goethe\\nBUT oh twas hard to have him go, to know\\nDay after day must pass without one sight\\nOf him who was so dear, so dear! to pine,\\nAnd sigh, and long for one hand-clasp one sound\\nOf that soft, pleasant voice, to me so sweet\\nOne glance of those dear eyes I loved to meet.\\nCelia E. Gardiner\\n164", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "AMONG THE HEATHER\\nWINTRY winds are blowing cold\\nOn the moors of purple heather,\\nWhere in summer days of old\\nHand in hand we idly strolled,\\nThou and I together.\\nBut those sunny days are past,\\nAnd no more we walk together\\nWhere the snow, on every blast,\\nWhirls above the heather.\\nOn the dreary moorland now\\nIn the storm I wander, lonely,\\nLonging love alone knows how\\nFor thy kiss on hps and brow,\\nLonging for thee only\\nLife can bring me naught but pain\\nTill among the purple heather\\nHand in hand we walk again,\\nThou and I together\\nGeorge Arnold\\nTHEY PARTED\\nTHEY parted if it be to part\\nStill to live in each other s heart.\\nForever one dear face behold,\\nForever one dear form enfold,\\nOne voice forever seem to hear.\\nJames Robinson Planche\\n165", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "GOOD-BY, SWEETHEART\\nG\\nOOD-BY, Sweetheart.\\nI leave thee with all loveliest things\\nThe beauty-burdened springtime brings,-\\nThe anemone in snowy hood,\\nThe sweet arbutus in the wood.\\nAnd to the smiling skies above\\nI say, Bend lightly o er my love.\\nAnd to the perfume-breathing breeze\\nI sigh, Sing softest symphonies.\\nO lute-like leaves of laden trees.\\nBear all your sweet refrain to him.\\nWhile in the June-time twilights dim\\nHe thinks of me as I of him.\\nAnd so Good-by, Sweetheart\\nGood-by, Sweetheart.\\nI leave thee with all purest things,\\nThat when some fair temptation sings\\nIts luring song, though sore beset.\\nThou It stronger be; then no regret\\nLife-long will follow after thee.\\nWith touches lighter than the air\\nI kiss thy forehead brave and fair,\\nAnd say to God this last deep prayer,\\nOh, guard him always night and day,\\nSo from Thy peace he shall not stray.\\nAnd so Good-by, Sweetheart.\\ni66", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "Good-by, Sweetheart. We seem to part;\\nYet still within my inmost heart\\nThou goest with me. Still my place\\nI hold in thine by love s dear grace\\nYet all my life seems going out,\\nAs slow I turn my face about\\nTo go alone another way,\\nTo be alone till life s last day.\\nUnless thy smile can light my way.\\nGood-by, Sweetheart. The dreaded dawn\\nThat tells our love s long tryst is gone\\nIs purpling all the pallid sky\\nAs loud I sigh, Sweetheart, good-by\\nMary Clemmer\\nO DAYS AND HOURS\\nODAYS and hours, your work is this,\\nTo hold me from my proper place,\\nA little while from his embrace\\nFor fuller gain of after bliss\\nThat out of distance might ensue\\nDesire of nearness doubly sweet.\\nAnd unto meeting when we meet\\nDelight a hundredfold accrue,\\nFor every grain of sand that runs,\\nAnd every span of shade that steals.\\nAnd every kiss of toothed wheels\\nAnd all the courses of the suns.\\nAlfred Tennyson\\n167", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "PARTING WORDS\\nGOOD-BY, O love, once more I hold your hand;\\nGood-by, for now the wind blows loud and long,\\nThe ship is ready, and the waves are strong\\nTo bear me far away from this thy strand.\\nI know the sea that I shall cross, and land\\nWhereto I journey, and the forms that throng\\nIts palaces and shrines I know the song\\nThat they alone can sing and understand.\\nBut promise me, O love, before I go\\nThat sometimes, when the sun and wind are low,\\nYou, walking in the old familiar ways.\\nThronged with gray phantoms of the buried days.\\nWill, looking seaward, say, I wonder now\\nHow fares it with him in the distant place.\\nPhilip Bourke Marston\\nWORDS FOR PARTING\\nOH, what shall I do, dear,\\nIn the coming years, I wonder,\\nWhen our paths which lie so sweetly near.\\nShall lie so far asunder\\nOh, what shall I do, dear,\\nThrough all the sad to-morrows,\\nWhen the sunny smile has ceased to cheer\\nThat smiles away my sorrows?\\n168", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "What shall I do, my friend,\\nWhen you are gone forever?\\nMy heart its eager need will send\\nThrough the years, to find you never.\\nAnd how will it be with you,\\nIn the weary world, I wonder!\\nWill you love me with a love as true,\\nWhen our paths lie far asunder?\\nA sweeter, sadder thing,\\nMy life for having known you\\nForever with my sacred kin,\\nMy soul s soul I must own you,\\nForever mine, my friend,\\nFrom June to life s December,\\nNot mine to have or hold.\\nBut to pray for and remember.\\nThe way is short, O friend,\\nThat reaches out before us.\\nGod s tender heavens above us bend.\\nHis love is smiling o er us.\\nA httle while is ours.\\nFor sorrow or for laughter\\nI 11 lay the hand you love in yours,\\nOn the shore of the hereafter.\\nMary Clemmer\\n169", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "XIV.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "Thither where he lies buried!\\nThat single spot is the whole earth to me.\\nSamuel Taylor Coleridge\\nPeace wild-wrimg hands hush^ sobbing breath\\nLove keepeth its own through life and death.\\nDinah Maria Muloch-Craik", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "THE WEDDING VEIL\\nDEAR Anna, when I brought her veil,\\nHer white veil on her wedding night,\\nThrew o er my thin brown hair its folds,\\nAnd laughing, turned me to the light.\\nSee, Bessie, see you wear at last\\nThe bridal veil foresworn for years\\nShe saw my face, her laugh was hushed,\\nHer happy eyes were filled with tears.\\nWith kindly haste and trembling hand\\nShe drew away the gauzy mist;\\nForgive, dear heart her sweet voice said\\nHer loving lips my forehead kissed.\\nWe passed from out the searching light.\\nThe summer night was calm and fair:\\nI did not see her pitying eyes,\\nI felt her soft hand smooth my hair.\\nHer tender love unlocked my heart\\nMid falling tears at last I said,\\nForesworn, indeed, to me that veil\\nBecause I only love the dead\\nShe stood one moment statue-still.\\nAnd musing spake in undertone,\\nThe living love may colder grow\\nThe dead is safe with God alone.\\nElizabeth Whittier\\n173", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "SCOTCH HEATHER\\nJUST a sprig of Scottish heather, in a letter where\\nthe tears,\\nWhich have blotted words together, have been dried\\nthese many years.\\nLoving lines, yet sadly cheerful, how t was lone-\\nsome here to-day,\\nThen a pause, a little tearful, Dear, you are so far\\naway\\nEvery sentence has its token of a love that could not\\nfail\\nThrobbing with a faith unspoken, though the ink is\\ngrowing pale\\nFaded are the lines dim-lettered like sad ghosts upon\\nthe page\\nAh, that poor love should be fettered with the rusty\\niron of age\\nThen that line, I picked the heather from that spot,\\ndear, you will know,\\nWhere we walked and talked together oh, it seems\\nso long ago\\nAnd at last, Love, how much better it will be when,\\nby and by,\\nWe 11 not need to write a letter to each other, you\\nand I\\nGod with what another meaning that one line has\\nlong been true,\\nWith Death s silence intervening since I last have\\nheard from you,\\n174", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "When you dropped Life s weary fetters, when you\\nwent so far away,\\nThought you of unwritten letters I was missing from\\nthat day?\\nIf you know how I have needed some new token\\nthrough the years\\nYou have slept away unheeded, it must move your soul\\nto tears.\\nIf you still know how I love you, how I ve missed you\\nday by day.\\nSince the heather grew above you, you could never\\nstay away.\\nTake all treasures, Time, I cherish. Fame and Hope\\nand Life at last,\\nFhtting things which needs must perish, spare this\\nmemory of the Past\\nLying with a sprig of heather, in a letter, where the\\ntears\\nWhich have blotted words together, have been dried\\nthese many years.\\nMarion Manville\\nTHE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR\\nA YOUTH, light-hearted and content,\\nI wander through the world\\nHere, Arab-like, is pitched my tent\\nAnd straight again is furled.\\n175", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "Yet oft I dream, that once a wife\\nClose in my heart was locked,\\nAnd in the sweet repose of life\\nA blessed child I rocked.\\nI wake Away that dream away\\nToo long did it remain\\nSo long, that both by night and day\\nIt ever comes again.\\nThe end lies ever in my thought\\nTo a grave so cold and deep\\nThe mother beautiful was brought\\nThen dropt the child asleep.\\nBut now the dream is wholly o er,\\nI bathe mine eyes and see;\\nAnd wander through the world once more,\\nA youth so light and free.\\nTwo locks and they are wondrous fair\\nLeft me that vision mild\\nThe brown is from the mother s hair,\\nThe blond is from the child.\\nAnd when I see that lock of gold,\\nPale grows the evening red\\nAnd when the dark lock I behold,\\nI wish that I were dead.\\nHenry Wadsworth Longfellow\\nFro7n the Genu an of PJizer\\n76", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "w\\nA SHADOW\\nHAT lack the valleys and the mountains\\nThat once were green and gay\\nWhat lack the babbling fountains?\\nTheir voice is sad to-day.\\nOnly the sound of a voice,\\nTender and sweet and low,\\nThat made the earth rejoice\\nA year ago\\nWhat lack the tender flowers\\nA shadow is on the sun.\\nWhat lack the merry hours,\\nThat I long that they were done\\nOnly two smiling eyes,\\nThat told of joy and mirth\\nThey are shining in the skies\\nI mourn on earth\\nWhat lacks my heart that makes it\\nSo weary and full of pain,\\nThat trembling Hope forsakes it,\\nNever to come again\\nOnly another heart,\\nTender and all mine own\\nIn the still grave it Hes;\\nI weep alone.\\nAdelaide Anne Procter\\n12 177", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "RONDEL\\nOUT of the past remembered eyes\\nPursue and hold me fast\\nTheir dark pure splendor never dies\\nOut of the past.\\nSave the young light that in them lies,\\nTime all things fair doth blast,\\nAnd still unresting onward flies\\nBut darkly though life s evening skies\\nTheir gathering shadows cast.\\nLove-light for me shall ever rise\\nOut of the past.\\nMaxwell Gray\\n178", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "XV.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "Think not in death my love could ever cease\\nIf thou wast false i)t07 e need there is for fne\\nStill to be trice.\\nJames Russell Lowell\\nThere is hope that is never put by,\\nThere is love that refuses to die.\\nLucy Larcom", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "T\\nTHE UNWISE CHOICE\\nWO young men, when I was poor,\\nCame and stood at my open door\\nOne said to me, I have gold to give\\nAnd one, I will love you while I live\\nMy sight was dazzled, woe s the day\\nAnd I sent the poor young man away,\\nSent him awa}^, I know not where,\\nAnd my heart went with him, unaware.\\nHe did not give me any sighs.\\nBut he left his picture in my eyes\\nAnd in my eyes it has always been\\nI have no heart to keep it in\\nBeside the lane with hedges sweet.\\nWhere we parted, nevermore to meet,\\nHe pulled a flower of love s own hue,\\nAnd where it had been came out two\\nAnd in th grass where he stood, for years.\\nThe dews of th morning looked like tears.\\nStill smiles the house where I was born\\nAmong its fields of wheat and corn,\\ni8i", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "Wheat and corn that strangers bind\\nI reap as I sowed, and I sowed to th wind.\\nAs one who feels the truth break through\\nHis dream, and knows his dream untrue,\\nI live where splendors shine, and sigh\\nFor a peace that splendor cannot buy,\\nSigh for the day I was rich tho poor,\\nAnd saw th two young men at my door\\nAlice Gary\\nA WOMAN S DEATH-WOUND\\nIT left upon her tender flesh no trace.\\nThe murderer is safe. As swift as light\\nThe weapon fell, and, in the summer night,\\nDid scarce the silent, dewy air displace\\nT was but a word. A blow had been less base.\\nLike dumb beast branded by an iron white\\nWith heat, she turned in blind and helpless flight;\\nBut then remembered, and with piteous face\\nCame back.\\nSince then the world has nothing missed\\nIn her, in voice or smile. But she each day\\nShe counts until her dying be complete.\\nOne moan she makes, and ever doth repeat\\nO lips that I have loved and kissed and kissed.\\nDid I deserve to die this bitterest way?\\nHelen Hunt Jackson\\n182", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "A WOMAN S THOUGHT\\nI AM a woman therefore I may not\\nCall to him, cry to him,\\nFly to him,\\nBid him delay not\\nAnd when he comes to me, I must sit quiet.\\nStill as a stone.\\nAll silent and cold.\\nIf my heart riot,\\nCrush and defy it\\nShould I grow bold\\nSay one dear thing to him,\\nAll my life fling to him,\\nCling to him\\nWhat to atone\\nIs enough for my sinning\\nThis were the cost to me.\\nThis were my winning,\\nThat he were lost to me.\\nNot as a lover\\nAt last if he part from me,\\nTearing my heart from me,\\nHurt beyond cure,\\nCalm and demure\\nThen must I hold me,\\nIn myself fold me,\\nLest he discover;\\n183", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "Showing no sign to him,\\nBy look of mine to him,\\nWhat he has been to me,\\nHow my heart turns to him,\\nFollows him, yearns to him,\\nPrays him to love me,\\nPity me, lean to me.\\nThou God above me\\nRichard Watson Gilder\\nBURNT SHIPS\\nOLOVE, sweet Love, who came with rosy sail\\nAnd foaming prow across the misty sea\\nO Love, brave Love, whose faith was full and free\\nThat lands of sun and gold, which could not fail,\\nLay in the west, that bloom no wintry gale\\nCould blight, and eyes whose love thine own\\nshould be.\\nCalled thee, with steadfast voice of prophecy.\\nTo shores unknown\\nO Love, poor Love, avail\\nThee nothing now thy faiths, thy braveries\\nThere is no sun, no bloom a cold wind strips\\nThe bitter foam from off the wave where dips\\nNo more thy prow; the eyes are hostile eyes;\\nThe gold is hidden vain thy tears and cries.\\nO Love, poor Love, why didst thou burn thy ships\\nHelen Hunt Jackson\\n184", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "PRESAGE\\nIF, some day, I should seek those eyes\\nSo gentle now, and find the strange,\\nPale shadow of a coming change.\\nTo chill me with sad surprise\\nShouldst thou recall what thou hast given,\\nAnd turn me slowly cold and dumb.\\nAnd thou thyself again become\\nRemote as any star in heaven,\\nWould the sky ever seem again\\nPerfectly clear? Would the serene.\\nSweet face of Nature steal between\\nThis grief and me, to dull its pain\\nOh, not for many a weary day\\nWould sorrow soften to regret;\\nAnd many a sun would rise and set\\nEre I, with cheerful heart, could say\\nAll undeserved it came. To-day\\nGod takes it back again, because\\nToo beautiful a thing it was\\nFor such as I to keep for aye.\\nAnd ever, through the coming years.\\nMy star remote in happy skies\\nWould seem more heavenly fair through eyes\\nYet tremulous with unfallen tears.\\nCelia Thaxter\\n185", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "XVI.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "Perhaps it will all cojne right at last\\nIt tnay be, when all is done,\\nWe shall be together in some good world\\nWhere to wish and to have are one.\\nRichard Henry Stoddard", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "A LIFE LESSON\\nTHERE, little girl, don t cry\\nThey have broken your doll, I know\\nAnd your tea-set blue,\\nAnd your play-house, too,\\nAre things of the long ago\\nBut childish troubles will soon pass by\\nThere, little girl, don t cry\\nThere, little girl, don t cry\\nThey have broken your slate, I know\\nAnd the glad, wild ways\\nOf your school-girl days\\nAre things of the long ago\\nBut life and love will soon come by\\nThere, little girl, don t cry\\nThere, little girl, don t cry\\nThey have broken your heart, I know\\nAnd the rainbow gleams\\nOf your youthful dreams\\nAre things of the long ago\\nBut heaven holds all for which you sigh\\nThere, little girl, don t cry\\nJames Whitcomb Riley\\n189", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "I CANNOT THINK BUT GOD MUST KNOW\\nT CANNOT think but God must know\\nAbout the thing I long for so\\nI know He is so good, so kind,\\nI cannot think but He will find\\nSome way to help, some way to show\\nMe to the thing I long for so.\\nI stretch my hand it lies so near;\\nIt looks so sweet; it looks so dear.\\nDear Lord, I pray, oh, let me know\\nIf it is wrong to want it so\\nHe only smiles He does not speak\\nMy heart grows weaker and more weak\\nWith looking at the thing so dear,\\nWhich lies so far and yet so near.\\nNow, Lord, I leave at Thy loved feet\\nThis thing which looks so near, so sweet\\nI will not seek, I will not long,\\nI almost fear I have been wrong.\\nI 11 go and work the harder, Lord,\\nAnd wait till by some loud, clear word\\nThou callest me to Thy loved feet\\nTo take this thing so dear, so sweet.\\nSaxe Holm\\n190", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "DIVIDED\\nAND yet I know past all doubting, truly\\nAnd knowledge greater than grief can dim\\nI know, as he loved, he will love me duly\\nYea, better e en better than I love him.\\nAnd as I walk by the vast calm river,\\nThe awful river so dread to see,\\nI say, Thy breadth and thy depth forever\\nAre bridged by his thoughts that cross to me.\\nJean Ingelow\\nI HEAR A DEAR, FAMILIAR TONE\\nI HEAR a dear, familiar tone,\\nA loving hand is in my own,\\nAnd earth seems made for me alone.\\nIf I my fortunes could have planned,\\nI would not have let go that hand;\\nBut they must fall who learn to stand.\\nAnd how to blend life s varied hues,\\nWhat ill to find, what good to lose,\\nMy Father knoweth best to choose.\\nAlice Cary\\n191", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "FROM EVANGELINE\\nSOMETIMES she spake with those who had seen\\nher beloved and known him,\\nBut it was long ago in some far-off place or forgotten.\\nThen would they say, Dear child why dream and\\nwait for him longer\\nAre there not other youths as fair as Gabriel? others\\nWho have hearts as tender and true, and spirits as\\nloyal\\nHere is Baptiste Leblanc, the notary s son, who has\\nloved thee\\nMany a tedious year come, give him thy hand and be\\nhappy.\\nThou art too fair to be left to braid Saint Catherine s\\ntresses.\\nThen would Evangeline answer, serenely but sadly,\\nI cannot\\nWhither my heart has gone there follows my hand, and\\nnot elsewhere.\\nFor when the heart goes before, like a lamp, and\\nillumines the pathway.\\nMany things are made clear, that else lie hidden in\\ndarkness.\\nThereupon the priest, her friend and father-confessor.\\nSaid, with a smile, O daughter! thy God thus\\nspeaketh within thee\\nTalk not of wasted affection, affection never was\\nwasted\\n192", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, return-\\ning\\nBack to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full\\nof refreshment;\\nThat which the fountain sends forth returns again to\\nthe fountain.\\nPatience accomplish thy labor, accomplish thy work\\nof affection\\nSorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance\\nis godlike,\\nTherefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart\\nis made godlike.\\nPurified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered more\\nworthy of heaven\\nCheered by the good man s words, Evangeline labored\\nand waited.\\nStill in her heart she heard the funeral dirge of the\\nocean.\\nBut with its sound there was mingled a voice that\\nwhispered, Despair not\\nHenry Wadsworth Longfellow\\nWHICH IS BEST?\\nWHAT if I saved from trampling feet\\nThe drooping plumes of a wounded bird,\\nAnd tended its hurt with a gentle hand\\nTill its life new stirred\\n13 193", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "What if it nestled against my cheek,\\nAnd tamed its shyness upon my breast,\\nUntil I believed that it loved me more\\nThan its old-time nest\\nAnd if some day, when I prized it most,\\nIt should leave my hand with a sudden spring,\\nAnd cleave the blue of a summer sky\\nWith a freshened wing,\\nAnd never pause at my pleading call,\\nNever come back to my desolate breast,\\nAnd forget I had saved its life, and forget\\nI had loved it best,\\nShould I never open my arms again\\nTo any helpless or suffering thing?\\nNever bind up the bruised heart\\nNor the broken wing?\\nBetter a thousand times, to bear\\nA blow in the place of an earned caress,\\nThan to turn aside into selfish ways,\\nOr to pity less.\\nBetter the long abiding pain\\nOf a wronged love, in its sufferance meek,\\nThan the hardened heart and the bitter tongue\\nAnd the sullen cheek.\\nLaura C. Redden\\n194", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "THORNLESS ROSES\\nNO rose may bloom without a thorn\\nCome down the garden path and see\\nHow brightly in the scented air\\nThey bloom for you and me\\nSee how like rosy clouds, they lie\\nAgainst the perfect, stainless blue\\nSee how they toss their airy heads,\\nAnd smile for me, for you\\nNo scanty largess, meanly doled,\\nNo pallid blooms, by two, by three,\\nBut a whole crowd of pink-white wings\\nFluttering for you and me.\\nSo fair they are I cannot choose\\nI pluck the rich spoils here and there;\\nI heap them on your waiting arms\\nI twine them in your hair.\\nThere is no thorn among them all,\\nNo sharp sting in the heart of bliss,\\nNo bitter in the honeyed cup,\\nNo burning in the kiss.\\nNay, quote the proverb if you must,\\nAnd mock the truth you will not see\\nNathless, Love s thornless roses blow\\nSomewhere for you and me.\\nJulia C. R. Dorr\\n195", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "I HAVE THE COURAGE TO BE GAY\\nT HAVE the courage to be gay,\\nAlthough she lieth lapped away\\nUnder the daisies, for I say,\\nThou wouldst be glad if thou couldst see\\nMy constant thought makes manifest\\nI have not what I love the best.\\nBut I must thank God for the rest\\nWhile I hold heaven a verity.\\nJean Ingelow\\no.\\nWHAT sequel;\\nF Love that never found its earthly end,\\nWhat sequel streaming eyes and broken hearts\\nAnd all the same as if it had not been\\nAlfred Tennyson\\nNAUGHT is the same as if Love had not been\\nWhere it hath shone it is like sunlight poured\\nOn seeds which slept, surprising naked soil\\nInto new verdure, and an unhoped spring.\\nEdwin Arnold\\n196", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "XVII.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "Love is coine with a sojig and a smile^\\nWelcotne Love with a smile and a song.\\nLove can stay but a little while,\\nWhy caftnot he stay They call him away\\nYe do him wrong, ye do hi7n wrong;\\nLove will stay for a whole life long.\\nAlfred Tennyson", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "IN TWOS\\nSOMEWHERE in the world there hide\\nGarden-gates that no one sees.\\nSave they come in happy twos,\\nNot in ones, nor yet in threes.\\nBut from every maiden s door\\nLeads a pathway straight and true\\nMap and survey find it not,\\nHe who finds, finds room for two.\\nThen they see the garden-gates\\nNever skies so blue as theirs.\\nNever flowers so many, sweet.\\nAs for those who come in pairs.\\nRound and round the alleys wind\\nNow a cradle bars the way,\\nNow a httle mound, behind,\\nSo the two go through the day.\\nWhen no nook in all the lanes\\nBut has heard a song or sigh,\\nLo another garden-gate\\nOpens as the two go by.\\nIn they wander, knowing not;\\nFive and Twenty fills the air\\nWith a silvery echo low.\\nAll about the startled pair,\\n199", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "Happier yet these garden walks\\nCloser, heart to heart, they lean\\nStiller, softer, falls the light\\nFew the twos, and far between.\\nTill at last as on they pass\\nDown the paths so well they know,\\nOnce again at hidden gates\\nStand the two they enter slow.\\nGolden gates of Fifty Years,\\nMay our two your latchet press\\nGarden of the Sunset Land,\\nHold their dearest happiness!\\nThen a quiet walk again\\nThen a wicket in the wall\\nThen one stepping on alone,\\nThen two at the Heart of All\\nW. C. Gannett\\nOHE was sent forth\\nTo bring that light which never wintry blast\\nBlows out, nor rain, nor snow, extinguishes,\\nThe Hght which shines with loving eyes upon\\nEyes that love back, till they can see no more.\\nLetitia Elizabeth Landon\\n200", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "SONG\\nLOVE is not a feeling to pass away,\\nLike the balmy breath of a summer-day;\\nIt is not it cannot be laid aside\\nIt is not a thing to forget or hide.\\nIt clings to the heart, ah, woe is me\\nAs the ivy clings to the old oak tree.\\nLove is not a passion of earthly mould,\\nAs a thirst for honor, or fame, or gold\\nFor when all these wishes have died away,\\nThe deep strong love of a brighter day,\\nThough nourished in secret, consumes the more,\\nAs the slow rust eats to the iron s core.\\nCharles Dickens\\nTOGETHER\\nTHEY were young and glad together\\nIn the dawn of life s first May,\\nWhen in bright and sunny weather\\nSang the birds from every spray.\\nClear the heaven shone out above them;\\nBlue and radiant were the skies\\nAll things living seemed to love them;\\nAnd the spring gleamed in her eyes.\\n201", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "Through life s summer still together,\\nHand in hand and heart to heart,\\nThey have borne the sultry weather\\nAnd have watched the days depart.\\nStill she is to him the maiden\\nWho stepped daintily of old\\nThrough the grass, her apron laden\\nWith bright buttercups of gold.\\nStill together, still together,\\nThey will face life s autumn hours\\nIn the grim November weather\\nLove will strew their path with floAvers.\\nFor their love has ever brightened\\nSince the first long loving day.\\nAnd their happiness has heightened.\\nThough their hair is growing gray\\nGeorge Barlow\\nFROM ENOCH ARDEN\\nWOMAN, disturb me not now at the last,\\nBut let me hold my purpose till I die,\\nSit down again mark me and understand,\\nWhile I have power to speak. I charge you now\\nWhen you shall see her tell her that T died\\nBlessing her, praying for her, loving her\\nSave for the bar between us, loving her\\nAs when she laid her head beside my own.\\nAlfred Tennyson\\n202", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "TWO EPOCHS\\nLOVERS by a dim sea strand\\nLooking wave-ward, hand in hand;\\nSilent, tremble with the bliss\\nOf their first betrothal kiss.\\nLovers still, tho wedded long\\nTime true love can never wrong\\nGazing, faithful, hand in hand,\\nO er a darker sea and strand\\nAh one lover s face is wan\\nAs a wave the moon shines on\\nBut those strange tides stretched afar\\nKnow not sun, nor moon, nor star.\\nPaul Hamilton Hayne\\n203", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "XVIII.", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "O winds ye are too rough, too rough\\nO sprmg thou art not long enough\\nFor sweetness; and for thee,\\nO love thou still 7mcst ove? pass\\nTime s low and dark and narrow glass,\\nAnd Jill eternity.\\nAlice Gary", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "LOVE AND DEATH\\nWHAT time the mighty moon was gathering light\\nLove paced the thymy plots of Paradise,\\nAnd all about him roU d his lustrous eyes\\nWhen, turning round a cassia, full in view\\nDeath, walking all alone beneath a yew.\\nAnd talking to himself, first met his sight.\\nYou must begone, said Death, these walks are\\nmine.\\nLove wept, and spread his sheeny vans for flight;\\nYet ere he parted said, This hour is thine\\nThou art the shadow of life, and as the tree\\nStands in the sun and shadows all beneath,\\nSo in the light of great eternity\\nLife eminent creates the shade of death\\nThe shadow passeth when the tree shall fall.\\nBut I shall reign forever over all.\\nAlfred Tennyson\\nAFTER-SONG\\nTHROUGH love to light Oh, wonderful the way\\nThat leads from darkness to the perfect day\\nFrom darkness and from sorrow of the night\\nTo morning that comes singing o er the sea.\\nThrough love to light! Through light, O God, to\\nThee,\\nWho art the love of love, the eternal light of light\\nRichard Watson Gilder\\n207", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "FROM THE SINGER\\nO SILENT land to which we move,\\nEnough if there alone be love\\nAnd mortal need can ne er outgrow\\nWhat it is waiting to bestow\\nO white soul from that far-off shore\\nFloat some sweet song the waters o er;\\nOur faith confirm, our fears dispel,\\nWith the old voice we loved so well\\nJohn Greenleaf Whittier\\nFROM SNOW-BOUND\\nYET love will dream and faith will trust\\n(Since He who knows our need is just),\\nThat somehow, som.ewhere meet we must.\\nAlas for him who never sees\\nThe stars shine through his cypress trees\\nWho hopeless lays his dead away,\\nNor looks to see the breaking day\\nAcross the mournful marbles play\\nWho hath not learned in hours of faith,\\nThe truth to flesh and sense unknown,\\nThat Life is ever lord of Death\\nAnd Love can never lose its own\\nJohn Greenleaf Whittier\\n208", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "THREE MEETINGS\\nOTHE happy meeting from over the sea,\\nWhen I love my friend and my friend loves me;\\nAnd we stand face to face, and for letters read\\nThere are endless words to be heard and said\\nWith a glance between whiles, shy, anxious, half\\nstrange.\\nAs if asking, Say now is there any change?\\nTill we settle down just as we used to be,\\nFor I love my friend and my friend loves me.\\nO the blessed meeting of lovers true\\nAgainst whom Fate has done all that Fate could do\\nAnd then dropped vanquished while over those slain\\nDead weeks, months, years, of parting and pain,\\nHope lifts her banner, gay, gallant, and fair,\\nUntainted, untorn in the balmy air;\\nAnd the heaven of the future, golden and bright,\\nArches above them God guards the right.\\nBut O for the meeting to come one day.\\nWhen the spirit slips out of its house of clay;\\nWhen the stand ers-by with a gentle sign\\nShall kindly cover this face of mine.\\nAnd I leap whither ah, who can know\\nBut outward, onward, as spirits must go,\\nTill eye to eye without fear I see\\nGod and my lost as they see me.\\nDinah Maria Muloch-Craik\\n14 209", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "LOVE IS ETERNAL\\nLOVE is eternal, so the strong souls say,\\nBut seeing how hard life doth give the lie\\nUnto the mighty words, with sneer or sigh,\\nThe weaker ones cry out in sad dismay\\nThat love is changeful as an April day,\\nHolding within itself no strength whereby\\nIt can the subde shafts of time defy,\\nAnd in the heart of man abide alway.\\nNot every heart is great enough to hold\\nA great immortal tenant. Love hath fled\\nAlways from natures narrow, weak, and cold.\\nKnow, when by scornful lips you hear it said\\nThat Love is traitor, that the truth is told\\nNot of dear Love, but of that soul instead.\\nCarlotta Perry\\nTHERE will I ask of Christ the Lord\\nThus much for him and me,\\nOnly to live as once on earth\\nWith Love, only to be.\\nAs then awhile, forever now\\nTogether, I and he.\\nDante Gabriel Rossetti\\n210", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "A FAREWELL\\nTHE west-wind, laden with fragrance, blows,\\nThe dewdrops shine in the crimson rose\\nIs there something yet to tell?\\nAy, winds must pass and dewdrops fall\\nNaught that is gone can we recall:\\nSo now, dear Love, farewell\\nSweet lips prattle, and laugh and sing,\\nWhite arms tenderly, closely cling\\nIs there something sad to tell\\nAy, the sweet lips shall silent be,\\nAnd the arms unclasp in their agony:\\nSo now, dear Love, farewell\\nThen is there nothing that God has made\\nThat will not one day fall or fade\\nO Poet, in mercy tell\\nAy, love shall reign in these hearts of ours\\nWhen eyes, and lips, and wind-waved flowers\\nHave known their last farewell.\\nFor love is purer than dewdrops are,\\nThe winds go never so wide and far,\\nAnd none may truly tell\\nHow when the close caress is gone,\\nAnd words are silent, true love lives on,\\nNever to say farewell\\nGeorge Arnold\\n211", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "FROM TO LYDIA MARIA CHILD\\nSTILL on the lips of all we question\\nThe finger of God s silence lies\\nWill the lost hands in ours be folded?\\nWill the shut eyelids ever rise\\nO friend, no proof beyond this yearning,\\nThis outreach of our hearts we need\\nGod will not mock the hope he giveth,\\nNo love he prompts shall vainly plead.\\nThen let us stretch our hands in darkness,\\nAnd call our loved ones o er and o er\\nSome day their arms shall close about us.\\nAnd the old voices speak once more.\\nJohn Greenleaf Whittier\\no\\nLOVE and Death\\nYe have sad meetings on this changeful earth,\\nMany and sad but airs of heavenly breath\\nShall melt the links that bind you, for your birth\\nIs far apart.\\nFelicia Dorothea Hemans\\nN\\nOT Death is strong enough to part asunder\\nWhom Life and Love hath joined.\\nEdwin Arnold\\n2X2", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "HE AND SHE\\nOHE is dead they said to him, Come away;\\nSHE\\nKi\\nI\\niss her and leave her thy love is clay\\nThey smoothed her tresses of dark brown hair\\nOn her forehead of marble they laid it fair\\nOver her eyes, which gazed too much,\\nThey drew her lids with gentle touch\\nWith a tender touch they closed up well\\nThe sweet thin hps that had secrets to tell;\\nAbout her brows, and her dear, pale face\\nThey tied her veil and her marriage-lace\\nAnd drew on her white feet her white silk shoes:\\nWhich were the whiter no eye could choose\\nAnd over her bosom they crossed her hands;\\nCome away, they said, God understands\\nAnd then there was Silence and nothing there\\nBut the Silence and scents of eglantere.\\nAnd jasmine, and roses, and rosemary\\nFor they said, As a lady should He, lies she\\nAnd they held their breath as they left the room\\nWith a shudder to glance at its stillness and gloom.\\n213", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "But he who loved her too well to dread\\nThe sweet, the stately, the beautiful dead,\\nHe lit his lamp, and took the key,\\nAnd turn d it alone again he and she\\nHe and she but she would not speak,\\nThough he kiss d in the old place, the quiet cheek\\nHe and she yet she would not smile.\\nThough he call d her the name that was fondest ere-\\nwhile\\nHe and she and she did not move\\nTo any one passionate whisper of love\\nThen said, Cold lips and breast without breath\\nIs there no voice no language of death\\nDumb to the ear and still to the sense.\\nBut to heart and to soul distinct, intense\\nSee, now, I listen with soul, not ear\\nWhat was the secret of dying, Dear\\nWas it the infinite wonder of all.\\nHow the spirit could let life s flower fall\\nOr was it a greater marvel to feel\\nThe perfect calm o er the agony steal\\nWas the miracle greatest to find how deep,\\nBeyond all dreams, sank downward that sleep\\n214", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "Did life roll backward its record, Dear,\\nAnd show, as they say it does, past things clear?\\nAnd was it the innermost heart of bliss\\nTo find out so what a wisdom love is\\nOh, perfect Dead oh, dead most dear,\\nI hold the breath of my soul to hear;\\nI listen as deep as to horrible hell.\\nAs high as glad heaven; and you do not tell\\nThere must be pleasure in dying, Sweet,\\nTo make you so placid from head to feet\\nI would teWfOU, Darling, if I were dead,\\nAnd twere your hot tears upon my brow shed.\\nI would say though the Angel of death had laid\\nHis sword on my lips to keep it unsaid.\\nYou should not ask, vainly, with streaming eyes,\\nWhich in Death s touch was the chiefest surprise,\\nThe very strangest and suddenest thing\\nOf all the surprises that dying must bring.\\nOh, foolish world Oh, most kind dead\\nThough he told me, who will believe it was said\\nWho will believe that he heard her say.\\nWith the soft rich voice, in the dear old way\\n215", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "The utmost wonder is this, I hear,\\nAnd see you, and love you, and kiss you, Dear\\nI can speak, now you listen with soul alone\\nIf your soul could see, it would all be shown\\nWhat a strange, delicious amazement is Death,\\nTo be without body and breathe without breath.\\nI should laugh for joy if you did not cry;\\nOh, listen Love lasts Love never will die\\nI am only your Angel who was your Bride\\nve never di\\nEdwin Arnold\\nAnd I know that though dead I have never died.\\nTHE VIOLET\\nGOD does not send us strange flowers every year,\\nWhen the spring winds blow o er the pleasant\\nplaces.\\nThe same dear things lift up the same fair faces,\\nThe violet is here.\\nIt all comes back, the odor, grace, and hue.\\nEach sweet relation of its life repeated\\nNo blank is left, no looking-for is cheated,\\nIt is the thing we knew.\\nSo after death s winter it must be,\\nGod will not put strange signs in heavenly places.\\nThe old love shall look out from the old faces,\\nVeilchen I shall have thee.\\nMrs. a. D. T. Whitney\\n216", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "WE TWO\\nA H, painful-sweet how can I take it in\\nThat somewhere in the illimitable blue\\nOf God s pure space, which men call Heaven, we\\ntwo\\nAgain shall find each other, and begin\\nThe infinite life of love, a life akin\\nTo angels only angels never knew\\nThe ecstacy of blessedness that drew\\nUs each to each, even in this world of sin.\\nYea, find each other The remotest star\\nOf all the galaxies would hold in vain\\nOur souls apart, that have been heretofore\\nAs closely interchangeable as are\\nOne mind and spirit. Oh, joy that aches to pain.\\nTo be together we two forever more\\nMargaret J. Preston\\nAT END\\nA T end of Love, at end of Life,\\nAt end of Hope, at end of Strife,\\nAt end of all we cling to so,\\nThe sun is setting must we go\\nAt dawn of Love, at dawn of Life,\\nAt dawn of Peace that follows Strife,\\nAt dawn of all we long for so,\\nThe sun is rising let us go\\nLouise Chandler Moultox\\n217", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "INDEX TO TITLES.\\nI.\\nPAGE\\nLove blessed Love if we could hang our walls 2\\nLove 3\\nLove 4\\nFor life, with all it yields of joy or woe 4\\nFrom The Book of Love 5\\nLove s Coming 5\\nTrue Love 6\\nOh, Love is not a Summer Mood 7\\nFrom The Sea of Fire 7\\nFrom The Cotter s Saturday Night 8\\nTrue Love 9\\nA Lover with his Loved One sailed the Sea 10\\nHerein is Love 11\\nLove seeketh not itself to please 12\\nA Question 12\\nA Woman s Shortcomings 13\\nAnd love 14\\nFrom Alice of Monmouth 15\\nIL\\nNo life is so strong and complete 18\\nHe was a friend indeed iS\\nA Friend 19\\n219", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "PAGE\\nWe love but Few 20\\nThe Girdle of Friendship 21\\nFriendship 22\\nO near Ones, dear Ones 23\\nA Tribute 24\\nMy Kate 25\\nIII.\\nPour out thy love like the rush of a river 30\\nFrom The Message of an iEolian Harp, We cannot\\nlove too much 31\\nLearn that to love is the one way to know 32\\nLove much 33\\nSonnet, Trust me, I have not earned your dear\\nRebuke 34\\nGo forth in Life not seeking Love 34\\nLove s Fulfilling 35\\nWhat shall I do for my Love 3^\\nOh, if thou be st True Lover 37\\nFrom The Castle in the Air 37\\nThe Sea-Shell 38\\nGive all to love 39\\nIV.\\nAm I not the nobler through thy love .42\\nIf aught can make me seek 42\\nSoftly the Evening Shadows 43\\nSome Lover s dear Thought 43\\nA Face 44\\nFrom The Mistress of the Manse 45\\nTo Harriett 45\\nFrom The Angel in the House 46\\nFriendship 47\\n220", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "PAGE\\nGod measures souls by their capacity 47\\nHappy are they who kiss thee 48\\nLove, the Musician 48\\nA Friendship 49\\nI remember the only wise thing I ever did 49\\nIn the Air 50\\nAll true, deep feeling purifies the heart 50\\nSonnet, If it be true that any beauteous thing 51\\nGoing to Church 51\\nWith my love this knowledge too was given 52\\nV.\\nI meet her on the dusty street 54\\nI loved thee for that dear, deep lovingness 54\\nCalais Sands 55\\nTying her Bonnet under her Chin 56\\nLove on Deck 58\\nA Red, Red Rose 59\\nIn a Gondola 60\\nA Nice Correspondent 61\\nThe Clover Blossoms 6^\\nAnnie Laurie 64\\nUnder the Rose 65\\nA Love Extravaganza 65\\nThe Smile of her I love 66\\nLove s Prayer 66\\nLove 67\\nThe chords of love must be strong as death 68\\nVI.\\nI love you. Words are small 70\\nI love you, Dear 71\\n**I m sorry that I spelt the word 71\\n221", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "PAGE\\nThe Sweetest Flower that blows 72\\nI love thee 72\\nSong from a Drama 73\\nMeasure for Measure 74\\nSonnet, O my heart s heart and you who are to\\nme 75\\nBecause 75\\nOne Face 77\\nFrom The Cup of Youth 77\\nA Love Symphony 78\\nFrom The Ancestress 79\\nFour Words 80\\nUrvasi 81\\nProtestations 82\\nFrom The Spanish Student 83\\nBenedicite 84\\nVII.\\nIt has been such a day as that thou knowest 88\\nNot from the whole wide world I choose thee 88\\nWhat the Rose saw 89\\nLovers 90\\nFrom Life s Mysteries 91\\nFrom The Gardener s Daughter 91\\nWon t You? 92\\nKiss me softly 92\\nProposal 93\\nFour-Leaf Clover 94\\nLove s Philosophy 95\\nThe cup of love the hands of two hold 95\\nIndeed I love thee 95\\nFrom Queen Mary, The Happiest Hour 96\\nEvening Song 96\\n222", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "VIII.\\nPAGE\\nA weak white girl 98\\nSo these lives that had run thus far in separate\\nchannels 9S\\nMarriage 99\\nHappy, happier far than thou 99\\nThe Little Brown Cabin 100\\nSummer 100\\nShe was mine loi\\nHome 102\\nFor Thoughts 102\\nThe Two Anchors 103\\nAnd in that twilight hush, God drew their hearts 105\\nFor there are two heavens, sweet 105\\nOn a Cyclamen 106\\nFrom The Hanging of the Crane 106\\nTwo Lovers 107\\nWhere we love is home 108\\nIX.\\nlady, there be many things no\\nLove took me softly by the Hand in\\nSomething the heart must have to cherish in\\n1 know myself the Best Beloved of All 112\\nOh, that we Two were Maying 112\\nThree Kisses 113\\nWith what a graceful tenderness he loves 113\\nMy Letters 114\\nMay and Love 114\\nFrom In the Garden 115\\nI did hear you talk 115\\n223", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "PACK\\nI think we had the chief of all love s joys 115\\nLovers ii6\\nAnswer to a Child s Question 116\\nLove Notes 117\\nSong from Piero Da Castiglione 117\\nOn a Clock 118\\nLove s Language 118\\nThere is a glory in tree and blossom 1 19\\nX.\\nLife, what after-joy hast thou 122\\nNothing is better, I well know 122\\nLife may to you bring every good 122\\nLife s Gifts 123\\nEureka 123\\n1 simply say that she is good 124\\nThe Song of the Camp 125\\nLove is the only good in the world 126\\nGone 127\\nBest 127\\nLove s light is strange to you.? Ah, me! 128\\nAn Extravaganza 129\\nThe Two Loves 129\\nBetter Things 131\\nFrom Katrina 132\\nWedded 132\\nLove s Thread of Gold 133\\nFrom Lay of the Last Minstrel 134\\nLove among the Ruins 134\\nFrom The Children of the Lord s Supper 138\\nEros 138\\nThe gate of Heaven is Love 138\\n224", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "XI.\\nPAGE\\nHe sang out of his soul what he found there 140\\nLove is not to be reasoned down or lost 140\\nI never knew it, Love, till now 141\\nLove scorns Degrees 141\\nThe Last Letter 142\\nFor they alone have need of sorrow 143\\nAll the Year Round 144\\nLove and Life 144\\nThe Heart s Call 145\\nMy Jean 146\\nFrom Harold 147\\nAh, Love! let us be true 14S\\nFrom Evangeline 149\\nLove s Final Powers 149\\nFrom Artevelde 150\\nI cannot tell the spell that binds thine image 150\\nxn.\\nToo full of love my soul is to find place 152\\nI do not love thee less for what is done 152\\nTwo Truths 153\\nAt Noon and Midnight 153\\nOur Own 154\\nA Letter o 155\\nWe kissed again with Tears 156\\nForgiven 157\\nIt is n t the thing you do, dear 157\\nHer fittest triumph is to show that good 158\\nXIII.\\nNot to be with you, not to see your face 160\\nO friend! O best of friends! Thy absence more 160\\n15 22s", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "PAGE\\nGone i6i\\nFrom Michael Angelo i6i\\nAbsence 162\\nThe Boat of my Lover 163\\nThe Loved One Ever Near 164\\nBut oh I t was hard to have him go, to know 164\\nAmong the Heather 165\\nThey Parted 165\\nGood-by, Sweetheart 166\\nO Days and Hours 167\\nParting Words 168\\nWords for Parting 168\\nXIV.\\nThither where he lies buried 172\\nPeace, wild- wrung hands I hush, sobbing breath 172\\nThe Wedding Veil 173\\nScotch Heather 174\\nThe Two Locks of Hair 175\\nA Shadow 177\\nRondel 178\\nXV.\\nThink not in death my love could ever cease 180\\nThere is hope that is never put by 180\\nThe Unwise Choice 181\\nA Woman s Death-Wound 182\\nA Woman s Thought 183\\nBurnt Ships 184\\nPresage 185\\n226", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "XVI.\\nPAGE\\nPerhaps it will all come right at last i88\\nA Life Lesson 189\\nI cannot think but God must know .190\\nDivided. 191\\nI hear a Dear, Familiar Tone 191\\nFrom Evangeline 192\\nWhich is Best 193\\nThornless Roses 195\\nI have the Courage to be Gay 196\\nWhat Sequel.? 196\\nNaught is the same as if Love had not been 196\\nXVIL\\nLove is come with a song and a smile 198\\nIn Twos 199\\nShe was sent forth 200\\nSong 201\\nTogether 201\\nFrom Enoch Arden 202\\nTwo Epochs 203\\nXVIII.\\nO winds ye are too rough, too rough 206\\nLove and Death 207\\nAfter-Song 207\\nFrom The Singer 20S\\nFrom Snow-Bound 208\\nThree Meetings 209\\nLove is Eternal 210\\nThere will I ask of Christ the Lord 210\\n227", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "PAGE\\nA Farewell 211\\nP rom To Lydia Maria Child 212\\nO Love and Death 212\\nNot Death is strong enough to part asunder 212\\nHe and She 213\\nThe Violet 216\\nWe Two 217\\nAt End 217\\n228", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3212", "width": "1630", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "I\\nm\\n-i\\ni*\\nX ^t\\n-a\\nJ\\n^fl\\n^^9\\nV./^\\n1\\nV-* v.*\\n-i\\nJ\\ni^.^\\nV\\ni", "height": "3211", "width": "1967", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3243", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS", "height": "3401", "width": "1957", "jp2-path": "becauseiloveyoup00mack_0264.jp2"}}