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23. I know thou dost love me-ay! frown if thou wilt, And curl that beautiful lip,

Which I never can gaze on without the guilt
Of burning its dew to sip!



1. Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail, That, idly waiting, flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band,


Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 2. Good heaven! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day, That call'd them from their native walks away! When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their last, And took a long farewell, and wish'd in vain For seats like those beyond the western main; And, shudd'ring still to face the distant deep, Return'd and wept, and still return'd to weep. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

3. Behold the duteous son, the sire decay'd,
The modest matron, and the blushing maid,
Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

Slow night drew on,
And round the rude hut of the emigrant
The wrathful spirit of the rising storm
Spake bitter things. His weary children slept,
And he, with head declin'd, sat, list'ning long
To the swoln waters of the Illinois,
Dashing against their shores.




5. Let us depart! the universal sun

Confines not to one land his blessed beams;
Nor is man rooted, like a tree, whose seed
The winds on some ungenial soil have cast,
There, where he cannot prosper.


6. With all that's ours, together let us rise,
Seek brighter plains, and more indulgent skies;
Where fair Ohio rolls his amber tide,
And nature blossoms in her virgin pride;
Where all that Beauty's hand can form to please,
Shall crown the toils of war with rural ease.




1. For never can true reconcilement grow

Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.
MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

2. He, who would free from malice pass his days, Must live obscure, and never merit praise.

GAY'S Epistles.

3. Lands, intersected by a narrow frith,

Abhor each other. Mountains, interpos'd,
Make enemies of nations, which had else
Like kindred drops been mingled into one.

4. Offend her, and she knows not to forgive;
Oblige her, and she 'll hate
you while you live.



5. A smile, a ghastly, withering smile, Convulsive o'er her features play'd. MRS. HOLFORD'S Margaret of Anjou.

6. Oh, that we were on the dark wave together,
With but one plank between us and destruction,
That I might grasp him in these desperate arms,
And plunge with him amid the weltering billows,
And view him gasp for life!

7. Fear'd, shunn'd, belied, ere youth had lost her force, He hated men too much to feel remorse,



MATURIN'S Bertram.

And thought the vice of wrath a sacred call,
Το pay the injuries of some on all.

8. There was a laughing Devil in his sneer,
That caus'd emotions both of rage and fear;
And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!

BYRON'S Corsair.

There is no passion
More spectral or fantastical than Hate;
Not even its opp'site, Love, so peoples air
With phantoms, as this madness of the heart.

BYRON'S Corsair.

If a grasp of yours

Would raise us from the gulf wherein we 're plung'd,
No hand of ours would stretch itself to meet it.

BYRON'S Two Foscari. 11. They'd have him live, because he fears not death. BYRON'S Two Foscari.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

12. They did not know how hate can burn
In hearts once chang'd from soft to stern,
Nor all the false and fatal zeal

The convert of revenge can feel.

BYRON'S Siege of Corinth.

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13. Ah! fondly youthful hearts can press,
To seize and share the dear caress;
But love itself could never pant
For all that beauty sighs to grant,
With half the fervour hate bestows
Upon the last embrace of foes!


14. Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

BYRON'S Giaour.

BYRON'S Don Juan.


Won by the charm

Of goodness irresistible, and all

In sweet confusion lost, she blush'd assent.

THOMSON'S Lavinia.

2. 'Twas thy high purity of soul,
Thy thought-revealing eye,
That plac'd me, spell-bound, at your feet,
Sweet wand'rer from the sky!

3. Then take my flower, and let its leaves Beside thy heart be cherish'd near— While thy confiding heart receives

The thoughts it whispers to thine ear.


The Token-1830.

4. "T was then the blush suffus'd her cheek,
Which told what words could never speak;-
The answer's written deeply now
On this warm cheek, and glowing brow.



1. Prosperity is the very bond of love,

Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together,
Affliction alters.

2. 'Tis not to any rank confin'd,
But dwells in every honest mind ;
Be justice then your sole pursuit ;
Plant virtue, and content's the fruit.


3. Consider man in every sphere,

Then tell me is your lot severe ?
'Tis murmur, discontent, distrust,
That makes you wretched: God is just:
We're born a restless, needy crew;
Show me a happier man than you.

Luxuriant joy,

And pleasure in excess, sparkling, exult
On every brow, and revel unrestrain❜d.


GAY's Fables.

6. But such a sacred and homefelt delight,
Such sober certainty of waking bliss,
I never felt till now.

GAY's Fables.


5. How beat our hearts, big with tumultuous joy!



7. Whate'er the motive, pleasure is the mark:
For her the black assassin draws his sword;
For her dark statesmen trim their midnight lamp;
For her the saint abstains; the miser starves;
The stoic proud, for pleasure, pleasure scorns;
For her affliction's daughters grief indulge,
And find, or hope, a luxury in tears ;-
For her, guilt, shame, toil, danger, we defy.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

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