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4. Farewell! I've yet one solace left, which cheers my lonely

hearth,

And in that thought a thousand hopes are springing into

birth:

How beautiful the vision comes, amidst life's gath'ring

cares,

In shape-a champagne bottle, and a box of fine cigars!
J. C. M'CABE.

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1. The clouds consign their treasures to the fields,
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow,
In large effusion o'er the freshen'd world.

2.

3.

Oh night,

THOMSON'S Seasons.

And storm, and darkness! ye are wondrous strong,

Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light

Of a dark eye in woman. Far along

From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,
Leaps the live thunder.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

How the giant element,

From rock to rock, leaps with delirious bound!

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

4. The storm howl'd madly o'er the sea,
The clouds their thunder anthems sang,

And billows, rolling fearfully,

In concert with the whirlwind rang.

REV. J. N. Maffit.

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COMPANY - COMPASSION - CONCEALMENT, &c.

5. How calm, how beautiful comes on

The stilly hour, when storms are gone;
When warring winds have died away,
And clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the land and sea
Sleeping in bright tranquillity!

MOORE'S Lalla Rookh.

6. In pomp transcendant, rob'd in heav'nly dyes, Arch'd the clear rainbow round the orient skies.

7. Far on the utmost verge of that huge dome, Which rears its ether arch above the world.

DR. DWIGHT.

T. D. ENGLISH.

8. The sky grew darker. Soon came booming on
The deep-voic'd thunder, whilst at distance roll'd
The wild winds' dirge-like, and yet tempest tone;
And lightning's evanescent sheets of gold
Burst, in their anger, from the cloud's huge fold.
T. D. ENGLISH.

9.

The wintry blast,
With sound terrific, rushes wildly past.

COMPANY. - (See ASSOCIATES.)

COMPASSION.-(See FORGIVENESS.)

CONCEALMENT - SECRESY.

1. A murderous guilt shows not itself more soon

Than love that would seem hid: love's night is noon.

SHAKSPEARE.

2.

3.

4.

She never told her love;

But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,

Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,
And sat, like Patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief.

I will believe

Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know;

And so far will I trust thee.

A secret in his mouth

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

Is like a wild bird put into a cage,
Whose door no sooner opens, but 't is out.

5. What torment's equal to the grief of mind,
And pining anguish hid in gentle heart,
That inly feeds itself with thought unkind,
And nourishes its own consuming smart?

BEN JONSON.

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

6. Search not to find what lies too deeply hid; Nor to know things whose knowledge is forbid.

7. I have a silent sorrow here, A grief I'll ne'er impart;

DENHAM.

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It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear,
Yet it consumes my heart.

SHERIDAN.

8. And if she met him, tho' she smil'd no more,
She look'd a sadness sweeter than her smile,
As if her heart had deeper thoughts in store,
She must not own, but cherish'd more the while.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

9. In that corroding secresy, which gnaws

The heart to show the effect, but not the cause.

BYRON'S Lara.

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10. And there were sighs, the deeper for suppression,
And stolen glances, sweeter for the theft,
And burning blushes, tho' for no transgression,
Tremblings when met, and restlessness when left.
BYRON'S Don Juan.

11. I think that all the world are grown anonymous,
Since no one cares to tell us what he's call'd.

BYRON'S Werner.

12. In many ways does the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal.

COLERIDGE.

1.

CONFESSION.

I know not why

I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
Love's reason's without reason.

2. I blush to think what I have said

SHAKSPEARE.

But fate has wrested the confession from me ;-
Go on, and
prosper in the paths of honour;-
Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee,
And make the gods propitious to our love.

ADDISON'S Cato.

3. Well did I mark the new-born passion grow, Which my heart beat responsive at perceiving.

4. As letters some hand has invisibly trac❜d,

A. SKETON.

When held to the flame, will steal out to the sight;
So, many a feeling that long seem'd effac'd,

The warmth of a meeting like this brings to light.

MOORE.

5. A light comes o'er me from those looks of love, Like the first dawn of mercy from above.

MOORE.

6. I admit you are handsome,—but still, I should guess,
That others are handsome as you;

I've heard you call'd charming,-but you must confess
That all things we hear are not true:

You think me the slave of your charms;-I allow
That in graces but few are above you;

Yet, charming and fair as I see you, I vow

That I cannot deny it-I love you!

CONFIDENCE.

J. T. WATSON.

1. Thy words convince me ;

all my doubts are vanish'd. ÆSCHYLUS' Agamemnon.

2. Be thou as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee.

3. Let mutual joy our mutual trust combine, And love, and love-born confidence, be thine!

4. Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee.

SHAKSPEARE.

DRYDEN.

MISS L. E. LANDON.

5. Amidst the dull cares that surround us in life,

In the moments of bliss that illumine our way,-
When the bosom is torn with contention and strife,

Or thrill'd with delight at the scenes we survey,—
Oh! blest is the man, who can freely repose
In the heart of a friend all his joys and his woes!

J. T. WATSON.

CONSCIENCE - DUTY.

1. Whiles trembling horror did his conscience daunt, And hellish anguish did his soul assail.

SPENSER.

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