28. Yet why should death be link'd with fear? A single breath-a low-drawn sighCan break the ties that bind us here, And waft the spirit to the sky. MRS. A. B. WELBY. 29. There lay the warrior and the son of song, Had mov'd the nations with resistless sway. MRS. NORTON's Dream. 30. Ah! it is sad when one thus link'd departs ! When Death, that mighty sev'rer of true hearts, MRS. NORTON's Dream. 31. Oh! what a shadow o'er the heart is flung, When peals the requiem of the fov'd and young! W. G. CLARK. 32. Oh, there is a sweetness in beauty's close, Like the perfume scenting the wither'd rose ! 33. His few surviving comrades saw And the red field was won; They saw in death his eyelids close -Like flowers at set of sun. J. G. PERCIVAL. FITZ-GREEN HALLECK. 34. All at rest now-all dust!-wave flows on wave, Pause for a while, and murmur, “All must die !” The New Timon. 35. And death is terrible-the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, Of agony, are his ! FITZ-GREEN HALLECK 36. Here may we muse at this lone midnight hour, 37. In the deep stillness of that dreamless state Of sleep, that knows no waking joys again. 38. And Death himself, that ceaseless dun, Who waits on all, yet waits for none. W. C. LODGE. W. C. LODGE. HON. NICHOLAS BIDDLE. 39. Methinks it were no pain to die To gaze my fill on yon calm deep, To see the light of beauty wane away, Know eyes are dimming, bosoms shrivelling, feet BAILEY'S Festus. 2. Before decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers. BYRON'S Giaour. 3. Such is the aspect of this shore: "Tis Greece, but living Greece no more. BYRON'S Giaour. 4. The very iron, rock, and steel, Impervious as they now appear, J. T. WATSON. DECEIT HYPOCRISY. 1. Oh, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! How he did seem to dive into their hearts, 4. Notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse Than priests and fanes that lie. 5. Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile; SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. And cry content to that which grieves my heart; And frame my face to all occasions. SHAKSPEARE. 182 DECEIT - HYPOCRISY. 6. Cries out upon abuses, seems to weep 7. There is no vice so simple, but assumes SHAKSPEARE. Some mark of virtue on its outward parts. SHAKSPEARE. 8. You vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When, I am sure, you hate me in your hearts. 9. A creature of amphibious nature, SHAKSPEARE. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 10. An "ignis fatuus" that bewitches, And leads men into pools and ditches. BUTLER'S Hudibras. 11. As thistles wear the softest down, 12. Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, BUTLER POPE. 13. Before her face her handkerchief she spread, To hide the flood of tears she did not shed. POPE. 14. "T is not my talent to conceal my thoughts, Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face, While discontent sits heavy at my heart. 15. O what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive! ADDISON'S Cato. SCOTT's Marmion. 16. Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit. BYRON to Southey. 17. You're wrong:-he was the mildest manner'd man BYRON'S Don Juan. 18. Even innocence itself hath many a wile. BYRON'S Don Juan. 19. Of all who flock'd to swell or see the show, Made the attraction, and the black the wo; BYRON'S Vision of Judgment. 20. To sigh, yet feel no pain, To weep, yet know not why, To sport an hour with beauty's chain, 21. To kneel at many a shrine, Yet lay the heart on none. 22. Their friendship is a lurking snare, Their honour but an idle breath, Their smile, the smile that traitors wear, Their love is hate, their life is death. MOORE. MOORE. W. G. SIMMS. |