Source: Stray Birds
Jean De La Fontaine (1621–1695) French poet, fabulist and writer.
Je vais t'entretenir de moindres aventures,
Te tracer en ces vers de légères peintures;
Et si de t'agréer je n'emporte le prix,
J'aurai du moins d'honneur de l'avoir entrepris.
Book I (1668), Dedication "To Monseigneur the Dauphin".
Fables (1668–1679)
Bayard Taylor (1825–1878) United States poet, novelist and travel writer
"Bedouin Song" (1853), in The Poetical Works of Bayard Taylor (1907), p. 69.
Source: The Poems of Bayard Taylor
Context: I love thee, I love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Context: From the Desert I come to thee
On a stallion shod with fire;
And the winds are left behind
In the speed of my desire.
Under thy window I stand,
And the midnight hears my cry:
I love thee, I love but thee,
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold,
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold!
Henry Ward Beecher (1813–1887) American clergyman and activist
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 273
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?”
William Shakespeare book Shakespeare's Sonnets
Source: Shakespeare's Sonnets
Henry Francis Lyte (1793–1847) Anglican priest, hymn-writer and poet
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 5.
“I praise Thee while my days go on;
I love Thee while my days go on”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) English poet, author
St. 23 -24.
De Profundis (1862)
Context: p>I praise Thee while my days go on;
I love Thee while my days go on:
Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost,
With emptied arms and treasure lost,
I thank Thee while my days go on.And having in thy life-depth thrown
Being and suffering (which are one),
As a child drops his pebble small
Down some deep well, and hears it fall
Smiling — so I. THY DAYS GO ON.</p
Elizabeth Barrett Browning book Sonnets from the Portuguese
No. LXIII
Sonnets from the Portuguese (1850)
Context: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! —and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
William Blake (1757–1827) English Romantic poet and artist
The Fly, st. 1–3
1790s, Songs of Experience (1794)
