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“My dear, be sensible! Upon my word, This—for a woman, even—is absurd. His income’s not a hundred pounds, I know; He’s not worth loving.”—“But I love him so.”
“You silly child, he is well-made and tall; But looks are far from being all in all. His social standing’s low, his family’s low, He’s not worth loving.”—“And I love him so.”
“Is that he picking up the fallen fan? My dear! he’s such an awkward, ugly man! You must be certain, pet, to answer ‘No.’ He’s not worth loving.”—“And I love him so.”
“By Jove! were I girl!—through a horrid hap— I wouldn’t have a milk-and-water chap. The man has not a single spark or ‘go.’ He’s not worth loving.”—“Yet I love him so.”
“And were he everything to which I’ve listened; Though he were ugly, awkward (and he isn’t), Poor, lowly-born, and destitute of ‘go,’ He is worth loving, for I love him so.”
If you have gentle words and looks, my friends, To spare for me—if you have tears to shed That I have suffered—keep them not, I pray, Until I hear not, see not, being dead.
For loving looks, though fraught with tenderness, And kindly tears, though they fall thick and fast, And words of praise, alas! can naught avail To lift the shadows from a life that’s past?
And rarest blossoms, what can they suffice, Offered to one who can no longer gaze Upon their beauty! Flow’rs in coffins laid Impart no sweetness to departed days.
The story that is the basis of the well-known poem, “Curfew Shall Not Ring To-night,” told in prose is as follows:
It lacked quite half an hour of curfew toll. The old bell-ringer came from under the wattled roof of his cottage stoop and stood with uncovered head in the clear sweet-scented air. He had grown blind and deaf in the service, but his arm was as muscular as ever, and he who listened this day marked no faltering in the heavy metallic throbs of the cathedral bell. Old Jasper had lived through many changes. He had tolled out the notes of mourning for good Queen Bess, and with tears scarcely dry he had rung the glad tidings of the coronation of James. Charles I. had been crowned, reigned, and expiated his weakness before all England in Jasper’s time, and now he who under army held all the common wealth in the hollow of his hand, ruled as more than monarch, and still the old man with the habit of a long life upon him rang his matin and sorrow.