70 BANISHMENT-EXILE. BANISHMENT — EXILE. 1. Banish'd!-the damned use that word in hell; Howlings attend it; how, hast thou the heart To mangle me with that word-banishment? SHAKSPEARE. 2. Some natural tears they dropt, but wip'd them soon: MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 3. When I think of my own native land, In a moment 1 seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. 4. Ah me! how oft will fancy's spells, in slumber, COWPER. MAT. G. LEWIS. 5, Dreams of the land where all my wishes centre, 6. I depart, MAT. G. LEWIS. Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, eye. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 7. Then fare thee well, my country, lov'd and lost! Too early lost, alas! when once so dear; I turn in sorrow from thy glorious coast, 8. Farewell! my more than fatherland! E. D. GRIFFIN. R. H. WILDE. 1. Who, forthwith, from the glitt'ring staff unfurl'd T'h' imperial ensign, which, full high advanc'd, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 2. "T is the Star-Spangled Banner-Oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! 3. As long as patriot valour's arm 4. Flag of the free heart's only home, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, Where breathes the foe but falls before us, F. KEY. J. R. DRAKE. And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us! J. R. DRAKE. 72 BASHFULNESS - BLUSH - MODESTY. V BASHFULNESS - BLUSH-MODESTY. 1. Unto the ground she cast her modest eye, And, ever and anon, with rosy red, The bashful blush her snowy cheeks did dye. SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 2. Maidens in modesty say No, to that Which they would have the profferers construe, Aye. SHAKSPEARE. 3. Confusion thrill'd me then, and secret joy, Fast throbbing, stole its treasures from my heart, 4. From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Ten thousand little loves and graces spring, To revel in the roses BROOKE. Rowe's Tamerlane. 5. As lamps burn silent with unconscious light, 6. He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd. AARON HILL. THOMSON'S Seasons. 7. Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. 8. A crimson blush her beauteous face o'erspread, Varying her cheeks, by turn, with white and red; The driving colours, never at a stay, Run here and there, and flush, and fade away. 9. The modest matron, and the blushing maid. POPE. PARNELL. GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. 10. The bashful virgin's sidelong look of love. 11. That modest grace subdu'd my soul, 12. I pity bashful men, who feel the pain Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain, GOLDSMITH. YOUNG. COWPER. 13. True modesty is a discerning grace, And only blushes in the proper place; But counterfeit is blind, and skulks thro' fear, COWPER. 14. Playful blushes, that seem'd nought But luminous escapes of thought. 15. I know a cheek whose blushes, As they trembling come and go, I could gaze upon for ever, If it did not pain thee so. 16. And so the blush is form'd, and flies, Nor owns reflection's calm control, 17. It comes, it deepens-fades, and dies, Modesty's the charm That coldest hearts can quickest warm; T. MOORE. MRS. OSGOOD. MRS. DINNIES. J. K. PAULDING. 74 BATTLE-FIGHTING-WAR. BATTLE - FIGHTING-WAR. 1. So brave returning, with his brandish'd blade, He to the carle himself again addrest, 2. And struck at him so sternly that he made SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. It was a pity-so it was, That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd SHAKSPEARE. 3. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war. 4. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man But when the blast of war blows in his ears, 5. Now one's the better-then the other best, 6. With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, 7. Ah me! what perils do environ SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. BUTLER'S Hudibras. The man that meddles with cold iron! |