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17. Snatch from the ashes of your sires
18. The Niobe of Nations! there she stands,
BYRON'S Childe Harold.
-While the tree
Of freedom's wither'd trunk puts forth a leaf,
BYRON'S Childe Harold. 20. Yes, honour decks the turf that wraps their clay. BYRON'S Childe Harold.
21. Who, all unbrib'd, on freedom's ramparts stand, Faithful and true, bright wardens of the land. CHARLES SPRAGUE.
22. England! with all thy faults, I love thee still.
23. When a patriot falls, must he fall in the battle,
Where the cannon's loud roar is his only death-rattle ?
24. And they who for their country die,
J. R. DRAKE.
25. They love their land because it is their own,
And scorn to give aught other reason why;
26. Strike-till the last arm'd foe expires;
27. Yes, it is dear-fair Southern clime
Shall end, at last, our life's career.
J. T. WATSON.
COUNTRY LIFE.—(See RURAL SCENES.)
1, Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried,
To lose good days, that might be better spent,
These can lie,
Flatter, and swear, deprave, inform,
Smile and betray; make guilty men; then beg
3. I have been told, virtue in courtiers' hearts Suffers an ostracism, and departs.
4. True courtiers should be modest, and not nice; Bold, but not impudent; pleasure love, not vice.
Poor wretches, that depend
On greatness' favour, dream as I have done;
6. The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Whom I have soon to weed and pluck away.
I hardly yet have learn'd
T' insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend the knee.
8. Those, that go up hill, use to bow
Can stoop at any thing that's base,
9. See how he sets his countenance for deceit, And promises a lie before he speaks.
"Tis the curse of kings,
11. Curse on the coward or perfidious tongue That dares not, even to kings, avow the truth.
BROOK'S Earl of Warwick.
12. To shake with laughter, ere the jest they hear,
13. A lazy, proud, unprofitable crew,
The vermin gender'd from the rank corruption
A mere court butterfly,
That flutters in the pageant of a monarch.
15. And none did love him—though to hall and bower
The heartless parasites of present cheer.
BYRON'S Childe Harold.
1. Bring, therefore, all the forces that you may, And lay incessant battery to her heart; Plaints, prayers, vows, ruth, and sorrow, and dismay,
These engines can the proudest love convert.
2. So well he woo'd her, and so well he wrought her,
SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.
I do not love
Much ceremony; suits in love should not,
4. There is, sir, a critical minute in
Every man's wooing, when his mistress may
5. She is beautiful, therefore to be woo'd; She is woman, therefore to be won.
8. But tho' I lov'd you well, I woo'd you not;
6. Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;
7. Say that she rail; why then I'll tell her plain,
Say that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear