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PRISON - PRISONER, &c.

7. And with stern patience, scorning weak complaint, Hardens his heart against assailing want.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

8. Stern and erect his brow was rais'd; · Whate'er the grief his soul avow'd, He would not shrink before the crowd.

BYRON'S Parisina.

9. The hardest trial of a generous mind,
Is to court favour from the hand it scorns.

10. Proud has been my fatal passion,

Proud my injur'd heart shall be,
While each thought and inclination
Still shall prove me worthy thee. /

11. That proud heart had been given to one Who sought it not to win,

12.

And now she only strove to hide

The burning shame within.

AARON HILL.

MRS. ROBINSON.

MISS L. E. LANDON.

And henceforth learn,

Never your equals from your path to spurn;
For your superiors will not you endure,

And slighted equals will not, I am sure.

J. T. WATSON.

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1. O, heaven! that such companions thou 'dst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascal naked through the world.

Where sits the offence,

SHAKSPEARE.

2.

Let the fault's punishment be deriv'd from thence.

MIDDLETON.

3. He's a bad surgeon, that, for pity, spares The part corrupted, till the gangrene spread,

And all the body perish; he that's merciful
Unto the bad, is cruel to the just.

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1. Meantime, refracted from yon eastern cloud,
Bestriding earth, the grand ethereal bow
Shoots up immense; and every hue unfolds,
In fair proportion, running from the red
To where the violet fades into the sky.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

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REASON-RECALL.

2. In pomp transcendent, rob'd in heavenly dies, Arch'd the clear rainbow round the orient skies.

3. Far up
the blue sky, a fair rainbow unroll'd
Its soft-tinted pinions of purple and gold.

DR. DWIGHT.

"T was born in a moment, yet, quick as its birth,
It had stretch'd to the uttermost ends of the earth;
And, fair as an angel, it floated as free,

With a wing on the earth, and a wing on the sea.
MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

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1. Something, since his going forth, is thought of, That his return is now most necessary.

2. How angrily I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile. My penance is, to call

*back,

And ask remission for my folly past.

3. Fain would my tongue his griefs appease, And give his tortur'd bosom ease.

4. I did not know I lov'd him so, Until I bade him leave me ;

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

ADDISON'S Rosamond.

I did not know, when he should go,
His absence thus would grieve me.
But, since he's gone, I feel forlorn,

I think all day about him:
I'll cancel all—I'll him recall,
For I'm a wretch without him.

J. T. WATSON.

RECIPROCITY.

1. Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.

MILTON.

2. Where heart meets heart, reciprocally soft, Each other's pillow to repose divine.

YOUNG.

3. Be thine the more refin'd delights Of love, that banishes control,

When the fond heart with heart unites,
And soul's in unison with soul.

4. And canst thou not accord thy heart
In unison with mine-

Whose language thou alone hast heard,
Thou only canst divine?

5. O, let us prize the first-blown bud of love; Let us love now, in this our fairest youth, When love can find a full and fond return.

6.

The all-absorbing flame,

CARTWRIGHT.

RUFUS DAWES.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

Which, kindled by another, grows the same,
Wrapt in one blaze.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

7. Earth hath not-Oh! hath Heaven so sweet A charm as that, once only known,

When first affection's accents greet

The ear that drinks their thrilling tone!

Ladies' Magazine.

RECONCILIATION.

1. The short passing anger but seem'd to awaken

New beauties, like flowers that are sweetest when shaken.

MOORE.

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REFINEMENT - REFLECTION - RELIGION.

2. Well do vanish'd frowns enhance

The charms of every brighten'd glance,
And dearer seems each dawning smile,
For having lost its light awhile.

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2. She's noble, noble-one to keep
Embalm'd for dreams of fever's sleep,
An eye for nature taste refin'd-
Perception swift-and balanc'd mind;
And, more than all, a gift of thought,
To such a spirit-fineness wrought,
That on my ear her language fell,
As if each word dissolv'd a spell.

AKENSIDE.

N. P. WILLIS.

REFLECTION.-(See CONTEMPLATION.)

REFUSAL. (See CONSENT.)

RELIGION. (See PRAYER.)

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