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! C. F. HOFFMAN. EMIGRATION. 1. Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail, GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 2. Good heaven! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day, Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their last, GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 3. Behold the duteous son, the sire decay'd, 4. GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. Slow night drew on, Spake bitter things. His weary children slept, To the swoln waters of the Illinois, Dashing against their shores. MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY. 228 EMULATION - ENEMY - HATRED, &c. 5. Let us depart! the universal sun Confines not to one land his blessed beams; SOUTHEY'S Madoc. 6. With all that's ours, together let us rise, Where all that Beauty's hand can form to please, DAVID HUMPHREYS. EMULATION.-(See AMBITION.) ENEMY-HATRED - MALICE. 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. 3. Lands, intersected by a narrow frith, 4. Offend her, and she knows not to forgive; Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you GAY'S Epistles. CowPER. live. POPE. 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, MATURIN'S Bertram. 7. Fear'd, shunn'd, belied, ere youth had lost her force, And thought the vice of wrath a sacred call, Το pay BYRON'S Corsair. 8. There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, 9. 10. There is no passion More spectral or fantastical than Hate; BYRON'S Corsair. Not even its opp'site, Love, so peoples air BYRON'S Two Foscari. If a grasp of yours Would raise us from the gulf wherein we 're plung'd, BYRON'S Two Foscari. BYRON'S Two Foscari. 11. They'd have him live, because he fears not death. 12. They did not know how hate can burn The convert of revenge can feel. BYRON'S Siege of Corinth. 13. Ah! fondly youthful hearts can press, With half the fervour hate bestows 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. 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. W. G. CLARK. The Token-1830. 4. "Twas then the blush suffus'd her cheek, LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON. ENJOYMENT-HAPPINESS PROSPERITY. 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, SHAKSPEARE. But dwells in every honest mind; 3. Consider man in every sphere, 4. Then tell me is your lot severe ? Luxuriant joy, And pleasure in excess, sparkling, exult GAY'S Fables. GAY's Fables. SOMERVILE'S Chase. SOMERVILE'S Chase. 5. How beat our hearts, big with tumultuous joy! 6. But such a sacred and homefelt delight, 7. Whate'er the motive, pleasure is the mark: MILTON. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. |