She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, st. 1 (1799).
Lyrical Ballads (1798–1800)
Source: A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition
The Golden Violet - The Wreath
The Golden Violet (1827)
Nītiśataka 2
Variant translation from K.M. Joglekar:
That woman about whom I constantly meditate has no affection for me; she, however, yearns after another who is attached to someone else; while a certain woman pines away for me. Fie on her, on him, on the God of Love, on that woman, and on myself.
Śatakatraya
“She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer,
Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!”
Love in the Valley http://www.ev90481.dial.pipex.com/Meredith/love_valley.htm, st. 2 (1883).
“It felt like spring time on this February morning
In a courtyard birds were singing your praise…”
Whaler (1994), As I Lay Me Down
1950s, What Desires Are Politically Important? (1950)
Context: We love those who hate our enemies, and if we had no enemies there would be very few people whom we should love.
All this, however, is only true so long as we are concerned solely with attitudes towards other human beings. You might regard the soil as your enemy because it yields reluctantly a niggardly subsistence. You might regard Mother Nature in general as your enemy, and envisage human life as a struggle to get the better of Mother Nature. If men viewed life in this way, cooperation of the whole human race would become easy. And men could easily be brought to view life in this way if schools, newspapers, and politicians devoted themselves to this end. But schools are out to teach patriotism; newspapers are out to stir up excitement; and politicians are out to get re-elected. None of the three, therefore, can do anything towards saving the human race from reciprocal suicide.
Aucun homme ne s'arrache aux douceurs du sommeil matinal pour écouter un troubadour en veste, une fille seule se réveille à un chant d'amour.
Source: Pierrette (1840), Ch. I: The Lorrains.
