7. DELICACY. Oh! how many deeds Of deathless virtue, and immortal crime, 187 LORD JOHN RUSSELL. 1. DELICACY. Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, SHAKSPEARE. 2. Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled. 3. YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. May the snowy wings Of innocence and love protect thee! 4. Ah! little will the lip reveal AKENSIDE. Of all the burning heart may feel. Miss L. E. LANDON. 5. Her eye may grow dim, and her cheek may grow pale, But tell they not both the same fond tale? 6. Love's lights have fled from her eye and her cheek, She bore herself So gently, that the lily on its stalk MISS L. E. LANDON. 7. Sweet beauty sleeps upon thy brow, J. G. PERCIVAL. ROBERT MORRIS. 188 DESIGN-INTENTION - DESPAIR. 8. I dare not think, thou lovely maid, MRS. CHILD 1. I do believe you think what now you speak, Which now, like fruits unripe, sticks on the tree, 2. He that intends well, yet deprives himself SHAKSPEARE. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. 3. When any great designs thou dost intend, Think on the means, the manner, and the end. DENHAM. 4. When men's intents are wicked, their guilt haunts them, But when they're just, they're arm'd, and nothing daunts 5. 1. them. Honest designs Justly resemble our devotions, Which we must pay, and wait for the reward. MIDDLETON. SIR R. HOWARD. DESPAIR. It were all one, That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. SHAKSPEARE. 2. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased; Gives courage to the weak. Resolv'd to die, SHAKSPEARE. SOMERVILE'S Chase. 4. Lean abstinence, pale grief, and haggard care, The dire attendants of forlorn despair. 5. So farewell, hope, and with hope farewell fear; PATTISON. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 6. My loss is such as cannot be repair'd, 7. Talk not of comfort-'t is for lighter ills; I will indulge my sorrow, and give way To all the pangs and fury of despair. DRYDEN. ADDISON'S Cato. 8. But desperate is their doom whom doubt has driven BEATTIE'S Minstrel. 9. Mine after-life! what is mine after-life? My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! A hopeless darkness settles o'er my fate! JOANNA BAILLIE. 10. Alas! the breast that inly bleeds, 11. Go, when the hunter's hand hath wrung From forest cave her shrieking young, And calm the lonely lioness But soothe not, mock not my distress! BYRON'S Giaour. BYRON'S Giaour. 12. Despair defies even despotism; there is 13. BYRON'S Two Foscari. My mother earth! And thou, fresh breaking day! and you, ye mountains! Art a delight-thou shin'st not on my heart! 14. My solitude is solitude no more, BYRON'S Manfred. But peopled with the furies; I have gnash'd BYRON'S Manfred. 15. They, who have nothing more to fear, may well BYRON'S Sardanapalus. 16. Hope is a willing slave-despair is free. 17. One long, loud shriek swell'd on the air, R. DAWES. MRS. C. H. W. ESLING. 18. She stands, as stands the stricken deer Check'd midway in the fearful chase, 19. The fond illusions I have cherish'd- 20. What next? I know not, do not careCome pain or pleasure, weal or woe,— There's nothing which I cannot bear, Since I have borne this withering blow. J. G. WHITTIER. J. T. WATSON. J. T. WATSON. DESTINY-FATE-NECESSITY. 1. Who, then, can strive with strong necessity, That holds the world in his still changing state? SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 2. What fate imposes, men must needs abide ; It boots not to resist both wind and tide. 3. 'Tis necessity SHAKSPEARE. To which the gods must yield; and I obey, BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. 4. Alas! what stay is there in human state, DRYDEN. |