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, То 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 In hearts once chang'd from soft to stern, BYRON'S Siege of Corinth. 13. Ah! fondly youthful hearts can press, 14. Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure. 1. BYRON'S Giaour. BYRON'S Don Juan. ENGAGEMENT. Won by the charm Of goodness irresistible, and all In sweet confusion lost, she blush'd assent. 2. 'Twas thy high purity of soul, Thy thought-revealing eye, THOMSON'S Lavinia. That plac'd me, spell-bound, at your feet, 3. Then take my flower, and let its leaves Beside thy heart be cherish'd nearWhile 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, 2. 'Tis not to any rank confin'd, 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 SHAKSPEARE. 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. 232 ENJOYMENT, &c. 8. The spider's most attenuated web Is cord-is cable, to man's tender tie YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 9. What thing so good which not some harm may bring? Even to be happy is a dangerous thing. 10. They live too long who happiness outlive; For life and death are things indiflèrent; Each to be chose, as either brings content. 11. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam; The world has nothing to bestow; 12. A perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns. 13. He that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, LORD STERLINE. DRYDEN. COTTON. COWPER'S Task. Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, COWPER'S Horace. 14. Pleasures, or wrong or rightly understood, Our greatest evil, or our greatest good. 15. Who that define it, say they more or less Than this, that happiness is happiness? POPE'S Essay on Man. POPE'S Essay on Man. Virtue alone is happiness below. POPE'S Essay on Man. 16. Know then this truth, (enough for man to know,) 17. Condition, circumstance is not the thing- POPE'S Essay on Man. 18. For the wild bliss of nature needs alloy, And fear and sorrow fan the fires of joy. 19. I cannot think of sorrow now; and doubt CAMPBELL. BYRON'S Werner. 20. There is no sterner moralist than pleasure. BYRON'S Don Juan. 21. Love-fame-ambition-avarice—'t is the same, For all are meteors with a different name. 22. BYRON'S Childe Harold. Am I already mad? And does delirium utter such sweet words BULWER'S Lady of Lyons. 23. Oh! happy pair, to every blessing born! And bright as morning shine its evening sun! 24. And may the stream of thy maturing life 25. The rapture dwelling within my breast, R. T. PAINE. A. W. NONEY. |