Samuel Lover
Samuel Lover
Samuel Loverwas an Irish songwriter, composer, novelist, and a painter of portraits, chiefly miniatures. He was the grandfather of Victor Herbert...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionArtist
Date of Birth24 February 1797
CountryIreland
adam apple cooked dear himself husbands nature ordained pride though
But all husbands are geese, though our pride it may shock, From the first 'twas ordained so by Nature I fear; Ould Adam himself was the first of the flock, And Eve, with her apple sauce, cooked him, my dear
hear triumph verses
Oh, happy triumph of the poet! - to hear his verses wedded to sweet sounds, and warbled by the woman he loves!
sorry safety safe
Better to be safe than sorry.
smile eye lips
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
winter might biting
The neck on which diamonds might have worthily sparkled, will look less tempting when the biting winter has hung icicles there for gems.
sweet thinking ears
My hearing has suffered seriously; just now I am obliged to have the assistance of an ear trumpet. Think of that, my beauty! - There 's a state for your old Lover to be in! - No more tender whisperings! Imagine sweet confessions to be made through an ear trumpet!
heart years long
To return after long years of painful absence to some place which has been the scene of our former joys, and whence the force of circumstance, and not choice, has driven us, is oppressive to the heart.
lying mind ease
Too little is it considered, while we gaze on aristocratic beauty, how much good food, soft lying, warm wrapping, ease of mind, have to do with the attractions which command our admiration.
wine years essence
What is wine? It is the grape present in another form; its essence is there, though the fruit which produced it grew thousands of miles away, and perished years ago. So the object of many a tender thought may be spiritually present, in defiance of space - and fond recollections cherished in defiance of time.
angel four fairy
I'll seek a four leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells, And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells!
dream dear sleep-dream
For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.
venture might should
How many chapters have been written about love verses - and how many more might be written! - might, would, could, should, or ought to be written! - I will venture to say, will be written!
numbers odd-numbers luck
There's luck in odd numbers.
love-is use bed
Sure my love is all crostLike a bud in the frostAnd there's no use at all in my going to bed,For 't is dhrames and not slape that comes into my head!