Floating like light clouds 'twixt our gaze and heaven— Of the fair forms which terminate so well. BYRON'S Marino Faliero. 9. When gas and beauty's blended rays More "inward bruises” than it heals; And "sparks fly upward" in quadrilles. HON. NICH. BIDDLE'S Ode to Bogle. 10. Such grace and such beauty! dear creature! you'd swear, 11. And turn from gentle Juliet's woe, MOORE. SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 12. The bright and youthful dancers meet, With laughing lips and winged feet; MRS. C. H. W. ESLING's Broken Bracelet. 13. And fairy forms, now here, now there, Hover'd like children of the air. MRS. C. H. W. ESLING's Broken Bracelet. 14. Of all that did chance, 't were a long tale to tell, 70 BANISHMENT - EXILE. BANISHMENT - EXILE. 1. Banish'd!-the damned use that word in hell; Howlings attend it; how, hast thou the heart To mangle me with that word-banishment? SHAKSPEARE. 2. Some natural tears they dropt, but wip'd them soon: MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 3. When I think of my own native land, In a moment 1 seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 4. Ah me! how oft will fancy's spells, in slumber, COWPER. MAT. G. LEWIS. 5, Dreams of the land where all my wishes centre, 6. I depart, MAT. G. LEWIS. Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 7. Then fare thee well, my country, lov'd and lost! Too early lost, alas! when once so dear; I turn in sorrow from thy glorious coast, 8. Farewell! my more than fatherland! E. D. GRIFFIN. R. H. WILDE. BANNER-FLAG. 1. Who, forthwith, from the glitt'ring staff unfurl'd Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanc'd, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 2. 'Tis the Star-Spangled Banner-Oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! 3. As long as patriot valour's arm 4. Flag of the free heart's only home, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, F. KEY. J. R. DRAKE. Where breathes the foe but falls before us, J. R. DRAKE. 1. Unto the ground she cast her modest eye, And, ever and anon, with rosy red, The bashful blush her snowy cheeks did dye. SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 2. Maidens in modesty say No, to that 3. Confusion thrill'd me then, and secret joy, SHAKSPEARE. Fast throbbing, stole its treasures from my heart, 4. From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Ten thousand little loves and graces spring, To revel in the roses BROOKE. Rowe's Tamerlane. 5. As lamps burn silent with unconscious light, 6. He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd. AARON HILL. THOMSON'S Seasons. 7. Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. 8. A crimson blush her beauteous face o'erspread, 9. The modest matron, and the blushing maid. POPE. PARNELL. GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. 10. The bashful virgin's sidelong look of love. 11. That modest grace subdu'd my soul, That chastity of look which seems to hang, 12. I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain, GOLDSMITH. YOUNG. CowPER. 13. True modesty is a discerning grace, And only blushes in the proper place; But counterfeit is blind, and skulks thro' fear, 14. Playful blushes, that seem'd nought But luminous escapes of thought. 15. I know a cheek whose blushes, As they trembling come and go, I could gaze upon for ever, 16. And so the blush is form'd, and flies, 17. Modesty's the charm That coldest hearts can quickest warm; COWPER. T. MOORE. MRS. OSGOOD. MRS. DINNIES. J. K. PAULDING. |