8. He scarce afforded one kind parting word, But went away so cold, the kiss he gave me Seem'd the forc'd compliment of sated love. 10. I ne'er on that lip for a moment have gaz'd, But a thousand temptations beset me, And I've thought, as the dear little rubies you've rais'd, 11. A long, long kiss-a kiss of youth and love, MOORE. BYRON'S Don Juan. BYRON'S Don Juan. 12. Kiss rhymes to bliss in fact, as well as verse. 13. I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse The tyrant's wish "that mankind only had ... One neck, which he with one fell stroke might pierce:" BYRON'S Don Juan. 14. She rose-she sprung-she clung to his embrace BYRON'S Corsair. 226 EMBRACE - KISS. 15. And Paulo by degrees gently embrac'd 16. With one permitted arm, her lovely waist; -The twofold bliss, The promis'd wedding, and the present kiss. LEIGH HUNT. JOEL BARLOW. 17. The roses on your cheeks were never made 18. -And her white arms hung 19. It was enough-each wild and throbbing heart MRS. C. H. W. ESLING. 20. And with a velvet lip print on his brow 21. Balmy seal of soft affection, Tenderest pledge of future bliss, Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss! 22. As o'er her drooping form he softly bent, MRS. SIGOURNEY. The pressure of his lip was on her brow, While to her cheek the warm blood came and went, 23. I know thou dost love me-ay! frown if thou wilt, And curl that beautiful lip, Which I never can gaze on without the guilt Of burning its dew to sip! C. F. HOFFMAN. EMIGRATION. 1. Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail, GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 2. Good heaven! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day, Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their last, GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 3. Behold the duteous son, the sire decay'd, 4. GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. Slow night drew on, Spake bitter things. His weary children slept, To the swoln waters of the Illinois, Dashing against their shores. MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY. 228 EMULATION – ENEMY - HATRED, &c. 5. Let us depart! the universal sun Confines not to one land his blessed beams; SOUTHEY'S Madoc. 6. With all that's ours, together let us rise, Where all that Beauty's hand can form to please, DAVID HUMPHREYS. EMULATION.-(See AMBITION.) ENEMY-HATRED — MALICE. 1. For never can true reconcilement grow MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 2. He, who would free from malice pass his days, Must live obscure, and never merit praise. 3. Lands, intersected by a narrow frith, GAY'S Epistles. 4. Offend her, and she knows not to forgive; Oblige her, and she 'll hate you while you live. COWPER. POPE. 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, And thought the vice of wrath a sacred call, 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. |