15. In this wild world the fondest and the best 16. Aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow; CRABBE. GOLDSMITH. 17. For every want, that stimulates the breast, Becomes a source of pleasure when redrest. 21. Though losses and crosses Be lessons right severe, There's wit there, ye'll get there, Ye'll find nae other where. 22. 'T was thine own genius gave the final blow, ROGERS. FRANCIS. BURNS. 26 ADVERSITY - MISFORTUNE. While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, BYRON'S English Bards, &c. 23. I have not quail'd to danger's brow When high and happy-need I now? BYRON'S Giaour. 24. Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Own they foresaw that you would fall at last; 25. The rugged metal of the mine BYRON'S Don Juan. Must burn before its surface shine; BYRON'S Giaour. 26. What is the worst of woes that wait on age? BYRON'S Childe Harold. 27. From mighty wrongs to petty perfidy, Have I not seen what human things could do? From the loud roar of foaming calumny, BYRON'S Childe Harold. 28. A hermit, 'midst of crowds, I fain must stray . BYRON. 29. The blackest ink of fate was sure my lot, And when fate writ my name, it made a blot. 30. Alone she sate-alone!-that worn-out word, Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known, 31. I may not weep-I cannot sigh, A weight is pressing on my breast; The New Timon. N. P. WILLIS. You to unfold the anguish of your heart; SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 2. Direct not him whose way himself will choose; 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose. 4. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart. SHAKSPEARE. 5. Men counsel and speak comfort to that grief Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, SHAKSPEARE. 6. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; SHAKSPEARE. AFFECTION. 1. There is in life no blessing like affection; MISS L. E. LANDON. 2. Oh! there are looks and tones that dart 3. Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert. T. MOORE. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 4. Oh, sweet are the tones of affection sincere, When they come from the depth of the heart; 5. "T were sweet to kiss thy tears away, If tears those eyes must know; But sweeter still to hear thee say, Thou never hadst them flow. Bulwer. MRS. C. H. W. ESLING. 6. How cling we to a thing our hearts have nursed! 7. Oh, if there were one gentle eye Which sorrow oft will heave- BALFE'S Bohemian Girl. 8. -Those tones of dear delight, The morning welcome, and the sweet good night! 9. No love is like a sister's love, Unselfish, free, and pure- It knows no frown of jealous fear, No blush of conscious guile; CHARLES SPRAGUE. Its wrongs are pardon'd through a tear, 10. The sorrows of thy wounded heart I'll teach thee to forget, And win thee back by gentle art From passion's vain regret. And Time shall bring on faithful wing, From o'er the flood of tears, FRY'S Leonora. The pledge of peace, when grief may cease, FRY'S Leonora. |