PC-NRLF 135 35fi *J \\i FT! TTTT TR1 TT TQ *\7" Tf 11 Ifcl l&j s9 il 18? u lu 9 OR, NEW ORACLES FROM THE POETS Twas a volume of olden time ; And in it were fine mysteries of the stars, Solved with a cunning wisdom, and strange thoughts, Half prophecy, half poetry, and dreams Clearer than truth, and speculations wild That touched the secrets of your very soul. N. P. WILLIS The Wife s Appeal. THE SIBYL, HBW BY -v CAROLINE GILMAN, AUTHOR OF RECOLLECTIONS OF A NEW ENGLAND HOUSEKEEPER, RECOLLEC TIONS OF A SOUTHERN MATRON, LOVE S PKOGRKSS, STORIES AND POEMS FOR CHILDREN, VERSES OF A LIFE-TIME, ETC. Sometimes he gave out Oracles, amused With mortal folly ; resting on the shrines, Or, all in some fair Sibyl s form infused, Spoke from her trembling lips or traced her mystic lines. MRS. BROOKS ZophiHl, Believe it or not, as you choose, The doctrine is certainly true, That the future is known to the Muse, And Poets are Oracles too ! COWPER. NEW YORK: WILEY AND PUTNAM, 161 BROADWAY. 1848. ENTERED, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1847, by WILEY AND PUTNAM, In the Clerk s Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. THOMAS B. SMITH, STEREOTYPER, 216 WILLIAM STREET, N. Y. WILLIAM OSBORN, PRINTER, TRIBUNE BUILDINGS. PREFACE. IN 1815, the Preface to the Oracles from the Poets, announced, that another volume would ap pear in the course of the year ; but, on reflection, it . seemed advisable to defer the publication, for such \ poetical accessions as would lend attraction to the work. The specimens from Browning and Miss Barrett alone, would justify the delay, though their over- wrought style, like the neck of certain classic vases, is too attenuated to allow the uninitiated reader to get into the body. No answer contained in the first volume will ap pear in the Sibyl. Eight new Questions are added. I must repeat my former warning, not to quote the Oracles as exact transcripts of authors, as it was necessary for me to modify tenses to frame the an swers. Nor must the answers be considered as conveying the opinions of Poets in this isolated form. The Question, Who is your favorite Poet ? spread | itself out into such a magnificent and extended field 6 1 of literary labor, that after selecting one answer for each leading author, enough remain to furnish a volume, which from its character must prove an in tellectual gem. This work will be entitled, Thoughts of Poets on the Poets, and will embrace every passage from that fascinating department, of literature which can be gracefully woven into its pages. Here it will be seen how Milton rivals Shakspeare among his brethren, how Wordsworth nearly reaches the fame of both, while by some accident reminding us of the lost Pleiad, no notice can be found of Shelley. Several rich minds among the living poets, are kindly supplying for me such deficiencies, as yet unpublished, and will add additional interest to the work, by their thoughts on their chosen Bards. I have endeavored to make the two volumes of the Oracles a complete work, where the young may become familiar with something in an attractive form from the whole range of Poetry, and where the more advanced may refresh themselves with a glimpse of their old favorites, \vhile being introduced to the minds that are rising around them. Some individuals seem alarmed at the rapid in crease of rhymers in the United States, where nine in a recent number of the North American, are re viewed at one swoop ; and they think that literature must become effeminate, when an almost undefined Galaxy of Bards daily swell the advertising columns of Great Britain. The question is asked, how many of all these will give oracles to future years ; and why endeavor to cultivate a taste for such ephem eral literature ? As an humble student of the Poets, with whom I have dwelt daily for three years, I say no matter for their fame. "As sings a bird sings" a nation.* It cannot help it, and how beautiful is it to see a people make a sabbath-day pause for poetry, doff the artisan s apron, assume the bay, and walk forth with nature, even though it may not reach the stars. Let the stream of poesy, then, rise where and when it will ; fall over rocks, tend the field-flower, or spring up in fountains ; the critic may rest easy that spots of verdure will dwell everywhere in its track, though he may not be at the stand-point to command the entire view. * As sings a bird sings Lucy. The New Timon. CATALOGUE OF AUTHORS QUOTED IN THE SIBYL. ADDISON BAILEY KING ALFRED BRYANT ALFORD BULFINCH AMELIA Poems by BROOKS BROWN CHAUCER BEATTIE CHORLEY C. BOWLES CHAPMAN BREMER CATULLUS BUTLER COWPER BARTON CAMPBELL BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER COLLINS BAMFYLDE CARLETON BOWLES CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH BARRETT COOK BYRON COLERIDGE BERANGER H. COLERIDGE BURNS CASA BACH COWLEY BLOOMFIELD CRASHAW BARBAULD CRABBE BALLAD Poetry of Ireland CORNWALL BULWER CUNNINGHAM BROWNING CHURCHILL BAYLY CLEAVELAND 10 CRESPIGNY FRISDIE CHRISTMAS BELLS COOKE GRAY CITIZEN OF THK WEST GRAHAMK CHARLTON GOLDSMITH CRANCH GRIFFIN W. E. CHANNING GOULD C. OILMAN DRUMMOND DOWNING HUNT DANIEL HEMANS DRYDEN HORNE DECKER DE Hi LA DALE HOGG DANTE HOWITT D HUXATIMS HOOD R. H. DA.VA HARTS M. S. B. DANA HOMER DRAKE HILL DAWES HOME DENNIES HiLLHOUSE L. DAVIDSON HALLECK HOFFMAN ELLIS HUNTINGTON ELLIOTT HERVEY EURIPIDES EDWARDS JONSON ELLET JOHNSON EMERSON JAMES FERGUSON KEATS FORD KEMBLE FALCONER KNOWLES FRANKLIN POLLEN LAMB 11 LOVEKIN OPIE LAMARTINE OSGOOD LANDOR LILY PERCY S RELIQUES LYTTLETON P ATM ORE LANDON PRAED LONGFELLOW PRIOR LOWELL POLLOK LEWIS POPE LUNT PORTER LORD POMFRET PERCIVAL MILTON PAYNE DE MIRAVAL MARVEL Rows MONTGOMERY RAMSAY MOULTRIE ROGIERS MlTFORD DE RONSARD MILLER ROGERS MlLNES READ MOTHER WELL MACNEIL SCHILLER MOORE SMITH MACKAY SAUL, a Mystery MARSTON SPENSER MANNERS SOTHEBY MASSINGER SOUTHEY MAROT SlLLERY MORRIS SHELLEY McLELLAN SHAKSPEARE SCOTT NORTON STERLING QUEEN OF NAVARRE SHENSTONE NlCOLL SHEPPARD NEW TIMON SIDNEY 12 SHIRLEY TIMROD SPRAGUE SMITH VIRGIL SIGOURNEY SIMMS WORDSWORTH WILLIAMS THOMSON WHITE A. TENNYSON WILSON C. TENNYSON WIELAND TIGHE WATTS TRENCH EARL OF WESTMORELAND TAYLOR WALLER TASSO WILCOX TALFOURD WILLIS TOBIN WHITTIER TURNER TUP PER YOUNG. NOTE. Selections from other authors may be found in the Ora cles from the Poets, 1845 HE Game of the Sibyl is composed of the following eighteen subjects. The first division pertains more par ticularly to the person and affections, the second to the tastes. FIRST PART. What is your character 1 Man, Page 19 What is your character 1 Lady, " 31 Description of your lady-love, " 45 Description of him who loves you, " 65 Character of your lady-love, " 77 Character of him who loves you, " 91 The name of your lady-love, " 105 Your lover s name, " 125 The profession or occupation of your lover, " 135 State of your affections, 155 Your home, 181 Your destiny, 203 SECOND PART. Your favorite walk, 223 Your likes and desires, 243 What pains or displeases you 1 " 257 Trees and blossoms, 267 Birds, n 283 Poets, 301 DIRECTIONS FOR THE GAME OF THE SIBYL. THE person who holds the book asks, for instance, Shall I de scribe your character? The individual questioned selects any one number under that head, say No. 4, on which the questioner reads the answer under No. 4 aloud. FOR A ROUND GAME. It will be well to confine this game to Part First, which is more personal and of more individual interest than Part Second. A reader having been selected, he calls on each individual to \ choose a number under the question proposed, and reads aloud each answer as the number is mentioned. If the party agree to the ar rangement, the author of the Oracle can be demanded by the ques tioner, and a forfeit paid in case of ignorance, or a premium given for a correct answer. If the person whose Oracle is read cannot tell the author, any one of the party may be allowed a trial in turn, and receive the premium. -38 PART FIRST. PAGE YOUR CHARACTER MAN, . . . .19 YOUR CHARACTER LADY, . . . 31 DESCRIPTION OF YOUR LADY-LOVE, . . 45 DESCRIPTION OF HIM WHO LOVES YOU, . 65 CHARACTER OF YOUR LADY-LOVE, . . 77 CHARACTER OF HIM WHO LOVES YOU, . 91 THE NAME OF YOUR LADY-LOVE, . .105 YOUR LOVER S NAME, .... 125 THE PROFESSION OR OCCUPATION OF YOUR LOVER, .... . 135 THE STATE OF YOUR AFFECTIONS, . . 155 YOUR HOME, . . . ,; . . 181 YOUR DESTINY, . . . 203 2 * SHALL I DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER? Well, well ! Why have you any discretion 7 have you any eyes ? Do you know what a man is 7 Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man 1 TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. m SHALL I DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER? (BE Hf3t.Ha AH, H deeper than thou think st, I ve read thy heart ! A gilded insect to the world thou seem st, The fashion s idol ; person, pen, and lyre, The soft devoted darling of the fair. By slow degrees I ve found Herculean nerve Hid in the tuneful arm : while hunger, thirst, The sultry chase, the bleakest mountain bed, The dark, rough, winter torrent, arc to thee But pastime. HILLHOUSE Percy s Masque. 2. You have a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day to melting charity. Yet notwithstanding, being incensed, you re flint ; As humorous as winter, and as sudden As flaws congealed in the spring of day. Your temper, therefore, must be well observed. Chide you for faults, and do it reverently When we perceive your blood inclined to mirth ; But being moody, give you time and scope, ^ 22 Till that your passions, like a whale on ground, Confound themselves with working. Henry Fourth. 3. You disdain the secret breath, The whispered tale that blights a virtuous name. THOMSON. 4. Those who see thee in thy full-blown pride, Know little of affections crushed within, And wrongs which frenzy thee. TALFOURD Ion. 5. Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, You have not the method of making a fortune. GRAY. 6. Welcome are you in hut and hall, To maids and matrons, peers and peasants, You win the sympathies of all By making puns and making presents. PRAED Quince. 7. An intellect whose range Is in the highest, loveliest sphere of thought, A heart above all fickleness and change With its deep love unbought. Author of Christmas Dells. 8. You are not apt to fall in sudden love, Or sudden loathing, without further reason Than fancy s humorous promptings. FANNY KEMBLE Star of Seville. 23 9. This person has a knack, you know, Of saying things mal a propos, And making all the world reflect On what it hates to recollect : He talks to misers of their heir, To women of the times that were, To poets of the wrong review, And to the French of Waterloo. PRAED Bridal of Bdmont. 10. The kindest man,. The best conditioned and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies. Merchant of Venice. 11. You are born to poet uses, To love all things set above you, all of good and all of fair. Miss BARRETT. 12. The orphan child, the friendless one, the luckless and the poor, Will never meet your spurning frown, or leave your bolted door ; Your kindred circles all mankind, your country all the globe, An honest name your jewelled star, and truth your ermined robe. ELIZA COOK. 13. Truth alone, Truth tangible, and palpable, such truth 24 As may be weighed and measured, truth deduced By logical conclusion, close, severe, From premises incontrovertible ; This is the mistress of your fond desire, Your first, your only love. MOULTRIE Dream of Life. 14. Reputed wise For saying nothing. Merchant of Venice. 15. A lover gay, and sooth to tell, You love not oft in vain ; For you both generous are and brave, Full rich in dress, and never grave, And sweetly tell your pain. R. H. HORNE. 16. Born with as much nobility as would, Divided, serve to make ten noblemen. SHIRLEY. 17. A happy wit and independent spirit, And then, you re brave too ! JOHN TOBIN. 18. One of a cold and constant mind, Not quickened into ardent action soon, Nor prompt for petty enterprise, yet bold, Fierce when need is, and capable of all things. TAYLOR Philip Van Artcvclde. i I 19. Action } T our happiness, your judgment clear, Caution you brand as foolishness or fear. Rash and irascible, you rush like flame Heedless of obstacle, to every aim. Your path how just you stay not to inquire, The effectual and the shortest your desire. SHARON TURNER Richard the Third. 20. A gentleman of the greatest promise that ever came into my note. Winter s Tale. 21. There can be no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes. All s Well that ends Well. 22. Is not he Of noble nature the chief handiwork, Whose manliness e er-towering other men, Hath all the soul of woman tempering it ? SAUL A Mystery. 23. A well accomplished youth, Of all that virtue love for virtue loved ; Most power to do maids harm, least knowing ill. Love s Labor Lost. 24. I warrant thou art a merry fellow, and carest for nothing. Twelfth Night. 26 25. Good resolves a moment hot, Fairly begun but finished not. PERCIVAL. 26. Vigorous in health, of hopeful spirits, untouched By worldly-mindedness, or anxious care, Observant, thoughful, studious, and refreshed By knowledge gathered up from day to day. WORDSWORTH. 27. You have undone three tailors ! As You Like It. 28. Glad to be hid and proud to be forgot. DR. JOHNSON. 29. Tis much you dare, And to that dauntless temper of your mind You add a wisdom, that doth guide your valor To act in safety. Macbeth. 30. This gentleman will out- talk us all ! Taming of the Shrew. 31. You can distinguish and divide A hair twixt south and southwest side. BUTLER Hudibras. 32. You have rais d a pile To wisdom, and there worship, and there keep Habitual court, and every morn and night 27 Light up pure incense at the holy shrine, And take another step toward heaven and God. BOWRING. 33. You do nothing but talk of your horse ! Merchant of Venice. 34. Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice ; Parts that become thee happily enough, And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ; But where thou art not known, why there they show Something too liberal. Merchant of Venice. 35. With a noble nature and great gifts Are you endowed ; courage, discretion, wit, An equal temper. TAYLOR. 36. Full of those dreams of good that vainly grand Haunt the young heart. MOORE. 37. As your years flow on, intelligence Glows on your mind, and winning eloquence Flows from your tongue, you stand erect and can Glory in all the pride and power of man. BOWRINO. 38. You give yourself to painful study ; And patient searching after hidden lore Shall wring some bright truth from its prism ; the morn 28 Shall break on your pent-room, and dwindling lamp, And scattered papers, and unfinished scrawl. B R o WNI NG Paracelsus. 39. Resolute In love as in all other qualities Having no changeful mood, earnest in all, Unvarying as the needle and as true. SIMMS. 40. You are true, and you are bold, Full of mirth as you can hold ; Through the world you break your way, With jest, and laugh, and lightsome lay. TAYLOR Edwin the Fair. 41. A spirit that on life s rough sea Loves to have your sails filled with a lusty wind, Even till your sail-yards tremble, your masts crack, And your rapt ship run on her side so low, That she drinks water, and her keel ploughs air. GEORGE CHAPMAN Byron^s Conspiracy. 42. One says "you re a victim of Cupid," Another "your conduct s too bad," A third, "you are awfully stupid," A fourth, "you are perfectly mad." G. P. MORRIS. 43. Angelina. Can he speak, sir ? Miramont. Faith, yes, but not to women. His language is to heaven and heavenly wonders, To nature, and her dark and secret causes. 29 Angelina. And does he speak well there ? Miramont. Oh, admirably, But he s too bashful to behold a woman. BKAUMONT AND FLETCHER The Elder Brother. 44. A man of sovereign parts you are esteemed ; Well filled in the arts, glorious in arms ; Nothing becomes you ill, that you would will. The only soil of your fair virtue s gloss, (If virtue s gloss will stain with any soil,) Is a sharp wit matched with too blunt a will, Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills It should spare none that come within its power. Love s Labor Lost. 45. Of as tried courage As ever walked up to the roaring throat Of a deep ranged artillery. TOBIN. 40. God on thee Abundantly his gifts hath richly poured, Inward and outward both, his image fair. MILTON Paradise Lost. 47. Deaf to mad ambition s call, You shrink to hear the obstreperous voice of fame ; Supremely blessed, if to your portion fall Health, competence, and peace. B R A TTI E Minstrel. 30 48. This is a fellow, Who having been praised for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness. King Lear. 49. There is a steadfast and a fixed nature, Gainst which the tide of passion and desire Breaks harmless as the water o er the rock ; And the rich light of beauty shines alone On thy soul s surface, leaving all beneath it Unmoved, and cold as subterranean springs : Love hath no power o er spirits such as thine. FANNY KEMBLE Star of Seville. 50. You cannot stoop To honors that bring shame and baseness with them. HILL Zara. 51. Thou hast a tender soul, apt for compassion, And art thyself a lover and a friend. ROWE Tamerlane. 52. Over exquisite To cast the fashion of uncertain evils. MILTON Comus. SHALL I DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER? Pause not, gentle lady, now, Awful hands have marked thy brow. STERLING Joan D Arc. SHALL I DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER? H.A1Y, OU love deep musings, and your ardent soul Oft leaps from heaven to earth in reverie. MRS, DOWNING Satan in Love. 2. You love your fireside and hate gadding. J. H. PAYNE. 3. A bud that is born for Summer s soft skies, But left to stern Winter imfoldeth and dies. BARRY CORNWALL. 4. The tear whose source you could not guess, The deep sigh that seemed fatherless, Were yours in early days. WORDSWORTH. 5. Smiles you have that tell of sunny feeling, Only smiles like yours such feeling tell ; Touch the chord of grief, and at the spell, Tears of love and innocence are stealing. J. G. PERCIVAL. 6. The queen of loveliness, thou art no less The queen of modesty and maiden grace. W. G. SIMMS. 34 7. Whether is your beauty by your words divine, Or are your words sweet chaplain to your beauty ? Like as the wind doth beautify a sail, And as a sail becomes the unseen wind, So do your words your beauties, beauty words. AUTHOR UNKNOWN Edward the Third, 1507. 8. You talk of politics or prayers, Of Southey s prose, or Wordsworth s sonnets ; Of daggers or of dancing bears, Of battles or the last new bonnets. PRAED Belle of the Ball. 9. In your utmost lightness there is truth, and often you speak lightly, And you have a grace in being gay, which mourn ers even approve ; For the root of some grave earnest thought is un- derstruck so rightly, As to justify the foliage and the waving flowers above. Miss BARRETT The Lady Gcraldine. 10. A maiden meek, with solemn, steadfast eyes Full of eternal constancy and faith, And smiling lips, through whose soft portal sighs Truth s holy voice, with every balmy breath, So journey you along life s crowded way, Keeping your soul s sweet counsel from all sio-ht; 35 Nor pomp, nor vanity, lead you astray, fair, J FANNY KEMBLE. Nor aught that men call dazzling, fair, and bright. 11. Pure, pure is your maiden heart, And ne er a thought o sin Durst venture there an angel dwells Its borders a withm. NlGOLL. 12. A woman like a German clock, Still a-repairing. Lwc s Labor Lost. 13. One never known to rove On gossip s errand, slanderous tales to bear From house to house. MRS. ELLIS Irish Girl. 14. A mind whose chords, like the ^Eolian harp, Respondeth to the lightest breeze that sighs. CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH The Garden. 15. Thou, lady, in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labor up the hill of heavenly truth. MILTON. 16. Thou dost live for others, thou hast found Thyself most blest when all were blest around. S. G. BULFINCH. 36 17. You are a riddle solve you who can. KNOWLES Love Chase. 18. Such cheerful modesty, such humble state, Moves certain love, but with as doubtful fate, As when, beyond our greedy reach, we see Inviting fruit on too sublime a tree. WALLER. 19. Thou art most fair! but thine is loveliness That dwells not only on the lip or eye ; Thy beauty is the pure heart s holiness, Thy grace the lofty spirit s majesty. FANNY KEMBLE. 20. You are the pride Of your familiar sphere the daily joy Of all who on your gracefulness may gaze, And in the light and music of your way, Have a companion s portion. N. P. WILLIS. 21. The hand that hath made you fair, hath made you good : the goodness that is cheap in beauty makes beauty brief in goodness ; but grace being the soul of your complexion, should keep the body of it ever fair. Measure for Measure. 22. Have I not seen thy needle plied With as much ready glee, 37 As if it were thy greatest pride A sempstress famed to be ? Have I not ate pies, puddings, tarts And bread thy hands have kneaded, All excellent as if those arts Were all that thou hadst heeded ? 23. Most metaphysic Miss ! Who d win thee must not like a lover look, But grave philosopher, and woo by book. R. H. DANA. 24. Whilst the world s ambitious, empty cares, Its small disquietudes, and insect stings Disturb thee never, thou art one made up Of feminine affections, and your life Is one full stream of love from fount to sea. TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 25. Thou art a golden sentence, Writ by thy Maker. SHIRLEY Love s Cruelty. 26. Thou art like that which is most sweet and fair, A gentle morning in the youth of spring, When the few early birds begin to sing Within the delicate depths of the fine air. ELLERY CHANNING. 27. Yes, you are fair, tis plain to see, They are but blind who should oppose it ; And you are rich, all must agree, None can deny for each man knows it ; Virtuous you are, by every rule, Who questions it is but a fool ; But when you praise yourself, you are, Neither virtuous, rich, nor fair. CLEMENT MAROT. 28. If at the wish of those you love, you roam To the gay tumults which endear your home, Mid brighter fashions, and that pomp of waste Which glittering fools misname, and call it taste, Though not a pearl your simple hair has crowned, When lavish diamonds fling their beams around, You smile serene, nor feel one envy burn, And sleep without a sigh on your return. BROWN ParMlse of Coquettes. 29. Your ready fingers ply with equal skill The pencil s task, the needle, or the quill ; Poised all your feelings, still composed your soul, And subject all to reason s calm control. MRS. BAREAULD. 30. The joy of all you are, and oft we deem We entertain an angel unawares. From Christmas Bells. 31. Dear happy girl! if thou appear Heedless untouched with awe or serious thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine ; 39 Thou liest in Abraham s bosom all the year, And worship st at the temple s inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not. WORDSWORTH. 32. You pine, you languish, love to be alone. Think much, speak little, and in speaking sigh. DRYDEN. 33. Your were born for rejoicing; a summer child truly; And kindred you claim with each wild joyous thing ; The light frolic breeze, or the streamlet unruly, Or a cloud at its play or a bird on the wing. MRS. ELLET. 34. Hate is not thy nature, thy whole frame Is harmony without one jarring atom. Ro WE Tamerlane. 35. Wit that temperately bright, With inoffensive light All pleasing shines, nor e er has past The decent bounds that wisdom s sober hand, And sweet benevolence s mild command And bashful modesty before it cast. LORD LYTTLELON. 36. The fairest garden in your looks, And in your mind the wisest books. COWLEY The Garden, 37. Though free off han your thoughts ye tell, When wi a bosom crony, 40 You still keep something to yoursel Ye 11 scarcely tell to ony. BURNS. 38. There is many an art to win and bless The cold and stern, to joy and gladness warming The coaxing smile the frequent fond caress, The earnest tearful prayer all wrath disarming ; Full of a wild and irrepressible mirth, Like a young sunbeam to the gladdened earth. MRS. NORTON. 39. Nor are you sad, but over every mood To which your lightly pliant mind gives birth, Gracefully changing doth a spirit brood Of quiet gaiety, and serenest mirth. MlLNES. 40. You seem to be all nature, And all varieties of things in one ; You set at night in clouds of tears, and rise All light and laughter in the morning ; fear No petty customs or appearances, But think what others only dream about ; And say what others do but think ; and do What others would but say ; and glory in What others dare but do. BAILEY Angela. 41. A lady, young, compassionate and fair, Richly adorned with every human grace, 41 Meek, modest, temperate and calm, To virtue ever dear, O er all your noble manner reigns a charm, Which universal reverence inspires. DANTC. 42. Thou hast a heart unstained, Which boldly struggles still, And with a hermit s strength has unsubdued main tained A ceaseless war with ill. A pure chaste heart in thee, And not a winged thing, Which like a swallow lives and flits from tree to tree, And can but love in spring. D HUXATIME. 48 4* THE UMJUL 1? raMAM AS IMAGED BY THE POET, Jrs BeHfcateti to THOMAS SULLY, THE ARTIST, WHO HAS SO SUCCESSFULLY REALIZED IT IN HIS PAINTINGS. DESCRIPTION OF YOUR LADY-LOVE. Hath the Fair Or brown, or black, or golden hair, When one is Cupid-struck, Venus is there ! Earl of Westmoreland s Olia Sacra. The forward violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence did thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love s breath 1 The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love s veins thou hast too grossly dyed. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair; A third, nor red nor white, had stolen of both, And to his robbery had annexed thy breath; But for his theft, in pride of all his growth, A vengeful canker ate him up in death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see, But sweet or color, it had stolen from thee. SHAKSPEARE. Let me see the oracle that can tell nations I am beautiful. Queen of Navarre to the Troubadour. SHALL I DESCRIBE YOUR LADY-LOVE? EPHYRS her ringlets blow ; Sporting about her neck the gold they twine, Kiss the soft violet on her temples warm, And eyebrow just so dark as may define Its flexile arch, throne of expression s charm. MRS. BROOKS Zophiel. 2. Her hair more bright than are the morning s beams, Hangs in a golden shower of sunny gleams, And dangling seeks her forehead for to cover, Which seen doth straight a sky of milk discover, With two fair brows, Love s brows, which never bend But that a golden arrow forth they send ; Beneath the which, two burning planets glancing Flash flames of love, for love still there is dancing. Her either cheek resembleth blushing morn, Or roses gules in field of lilies borne ; Twixt which an ivory wall so fair is raised, That it is but abased when it s praised. Her lips like rows of coral soft do swell, And th one like th other only doth excel : The Tyrian fish looks pale, pale look the roses, The rubies pale, when mouth, sweet cherry, closes. & 48 Her chin like silver Phoebe doth appear Dark in the midst, to make the rest more clear; Her neck seems framed by curious Phidias master, Most smooth, most white, a piece of alabaster. WILLIAM DRCMMOND. 3. Oh, the rose is like her ruby lip, And the lily like her skin ; And her mouth like a faulded violet, With tlie scented breath within. NICOLL. 4. One Whose beauty does astonish the survey Of richest eyes ; whose words all ears take captive ; Whose dear perfection, hearts that scorn to serve, Humbly call mistress. AlPs Well that ends Well. 5. A laughing light, a tender grace Sparkle in beauty round her face ; And her step is as light as the breezy air When it bends the morning flowers so fair. WM. CARLETON Ballad Poetry of Ireland. 6. That bright lady s eye, methinks, hath less Of deep, and still, and pensive tenderness, Than might beseem thy love s ; upon her brow Something too much there sits of native scorn, And her smile kindles with a conscious glow, As from the thought of sovereign beauty born. HEMANS. 49 7. Oh still her air, her face, each charm, Bespeak a heart with feeling warm, While mind informs the whole ; With mind her mantling cheek doth glow, Her voice, her beaming eye, still show An all-inspiring soul. FRISBIE. 8. When first I saw her, Her dark and eloquent eyes, mild, full of fire, Tvvas heaven to look upon ; and her sweet voice As tunable as harp of many strings, At once spoke joy and sadness to the soul. ROGERS From Euripides. 9. Oh, to see or hear her singing ! scarce I know which is divinest For her looks sing too she modulates her gestures to the tune ; And her mouth stirs with the song, like song ; and when the notes are finest, Tis the eyes that shoot out vocal light, and seem to swell them on. Miss BARRETT T/ie Lady Geraldin^s Courtship. 10. But who is this ? what thing of sea or land ; Female of sex it seems, That so bedecked, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, 50 Sails filled, and streamers waving, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger. MILTON Samson Agonistes. 11. Time has just matured each perfect grace, And opened all the wonders of her face. YOUNG Farce of Religion. 12. Upon her brow in simple majesty Peace reigns, and meekness in her downcast eye ; A pensive contemplation marks her mien, As though she communed with a world unseen. CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH Osric. 13. If one had seen that tender cheek, Those eyes of melting blue, He would not have thought in a thing so weak Such a fiery spirit grew. PRAED Troubadour. 14. Who has not looked upon her brow, Has never dreamt of perfect bliss, But once to see her is to know What beauty what perfection is. Her charms are of the growth of Heaven, She decks the night with hues of day ; Blest are the eyes to which tis given On her to gaze the soul away, PIERRE ROGIERS. 51 15. The beauteous wo that charms like shaded light, The cheek yet young, that knows no youthful bloom, Well suiteth her dark brow and forehead white : And in the sad endurance of her eye Is all that love believes of woman s majesty. ELLIOTT. Bj 16. She is a queen of noble Nature s crowning ; A smile of hers is like an act of grace : She has no winsome looks, no pretty frowning, Like daily beauties of the vulgar race ; But if she smile a light is on her face, A clear, cool kindliness, a lunar beam Of peaceful radiance, silvering o er the stream Of human thought with unabiding glory, Not quite a waking truth, not quite a dream, A visitation bright and transitory. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. IV. A cheek where youth And blood, with pen of truth, Write what the reader sweetly ru th. RICHARD CRASHAW. 18. Her complexion light And gladdening ; a roseate tincture shines Transparent in its place, her skin elsewhere White as the foam from which in happy hour Sprang the Thessalian Venus. TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 52 19. Her chance-caught looks express An intellectual loveliness Which make us turn and start, Even when no outward sign we trace Of beauty in the form and face, Looks kindled from the heart. MOULTRIE The Dream of Life. 20. She was younger once than she is now, And prettier of course. I do not mean To say that there are wrinkles on her brow ; Yet to be candid, she is past eighteen Perhaps past twenty but the girl is shy About her age, and Heaven forbid that I Should get myself in trouble by revealing A secret of this sort. HALLECK Fanny. 21. At such bright eyes the stars do light themselves; At such a forehead swans renew their white, From such a lip the morning gathers blushes. SHIRLEY The Coronation. 22. A slender form where childhood s bounding grace Contendeth yet with woman s richer beauty. Pocahontas. By a Citizen of the West. 23. A woman like a dew-drop, she s so purer than the purest, And her noble heart s the noblest, yes, and her sure faith s the surest : sr 53 And lier eyes are dark and humid, like the depth on * depth of lustre Hid i the harebell, while her tresses, sunnier than the wild-grape cluster, Gush in golden-tinted plenty down her neck s rose- tinted marble : Then her voice s music call it the well s bubbling, the bird s warble. BROWNING A IHot on the Scutcheon. 24. Love in her sunny eyes does basking play, Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair, Love does on both her lips forever stray, And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there. COWLEY. 25. Beauty has gone, but yet her mind is still As beautiful as ever ; still the play Of light around her lips has every charm Of childhood in its freshness. PERCIVAL. 26. Oh her smile it seems half holy, As if drawn from thoughts more far Than our common jestings are. And if any painter drew her, He would paint her unaware With a halo round her hair. ELIZ. B. BARRETT. 27. Lovely as young, a childish excellence, Infantile grace, with archness intermixed, 54 Plays in her look, and sparkles in her eye, Which glows with ravishing fires from a dark orb That has a depth like heaven. SIMMS. 28. Her either cheek discloses, Mingled baths of milk and roses. BEN JONSON. 29. Her eye is like the star of love That blinks across the evening dun, The locks that wave that eye above Like light clouds curling round the sun. HOGG Queen s Wake. 30. Lives there on earth a power like that which lies In those resistless tones, in those dark eyes ? BARRY CORNWALL. 31. Had lilies eyes, With glad surprise They d own themselves undone, When her pure brow And neck of snow Gleam in the morning sun. MOTHERWELL. 32. A modest maid deck d with a blush of honor, Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love, The wonder of all eyes that look upon her, Sacred on earth, designed a saint above. DANIEL. 55 33. The beam of beauty sparkling from above ; The flower of virtue and pure chastitie ; The blossom of sweet joy and perfect love ; The pearl of peerless grace and modesty ; To her your thoughts you daily dedicate, To her your heart you nightly martyrize, To her your love you lowly do prostrate, To her your life you wholly sacrifice. SPENSER. 34. Her look, her eye, her manners speak a heart Unknowing of deceit ; a soul of honor, Where frozen chastity has fixed her throne, And unpolluted sanctity. J. H. PAYNE. 35. Why, faith, she is too low for a high praise, too brown for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise. Much Ado About Nothing. 36. Flaxen are her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o erarching Twa laughing e en o bonnie blue. BURNS. 37. The joy of youth and health her eye displays, And ease of heart her every look conveys. CRABBE. 5G 38. Scratching could not make it worse, an it were such a face as yours is. Much Ado About Nothing. 39. The light of love, the purity of grace, With mind and music breathing from her face. BYRON. 40. She has a cool collected look As if her pulses beat by book, A measured tone, a cold reply, A management of voice and eye, A calm, possessed, authentic air That leaves a doubt of softness there. WILLIS. 41. A face Would put down Yesta ; in her looks doth swim The very cream of modesty. BEN JONSON. 42. A sweet wild girl, with eye of earnest ray And olive cheek, at each emotion glowing. MRS. SlGOURNEY. 43. Tis not the white or red Inhabits in her cheek, that thus can wed Your mind to adoration ; nor her eye, Though it be full and fair ; her forehead high And smooth as Pelop s shoulder ; not the smile Lies watching in those dimples to beguile The easy soul ; her hands and fingers long, With veins enamelled richly ; nor her tongue, Though it speaks sweeter than Arion s harp ; Her hair woven into many a curious warp, Able in endless error to infold The wandering soul ; nor the true perfect mould Of all her body, which as pure doth show In maiden whiteness, as the Alpsien snow ; All these, were but her constancy away, Would please you less than a black stormy day The wretched seaman toiling through the deep. BKAUMONT AND FLETCHER The Faithful Shepherdess. 44. Sweet blushes stain her red-red cheek, Her eyen are blacke as sloe ; The ripening cherry swelles her lippe, Ar.d all her neck is snow. PERCY S RELTQUKS Marriage of Sir Gawine. 45. A perfect purity of blood enamels The beauty of her white. Jonx FORD The Broken Heart. 46. The flowers which scent her feet Bloom for her sake alone ; the polished sjiells Raise, as she touches them, a sound as sweet And musical as the breeze breathed on bells ; Her hand waves love, and her dark eyes rain spells Her mouth, men might mistake it for the rose Whose opening lips afar the wild bee smells ; I Her hair down-gushing in an armful flows, And floods her iv r ory neck, and glitters as she goes. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 47. Had limner s hand Traced such a brow, and such a lip, I would have sworn the knave had dreamed In some fair vision of a fairer world. FANNY KEMBLE. 48. Matchless in person and in mind, A saint in beauty s temple shrined. SOTHEBY. 49. Why a stranger when he sees her In the street even smileth stilly, Just as you would at a lily. Miss BARRETT. 50. A staidness sobers o er her pretty face, Which something but ill hidden in her eyes And a quaint look about her lip, denies. LOWELL. 51. She is active, stirring, all fire, Cannot rest, cannot tire, To a stone she had given life. BROWNING Flight oftlteDuckcss. 52. In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth, Whiles her face she rears up to the sky, And to the ground her eye-lids low embaseth, 59 Most goodly temperature ye may descry ; Mild humblesse, mixed with awful majesty. SPENSER. 53. Hers is a beauty that makes sad the eye, Bright, but fast fading like a twilight sky ; Her shape so finely, delicately frail, As formed for climes unruffled by a gale ; The lustrous eye, through which looks forth the soul, Bright and more brightly as it nears the gaol ; The fatal clearness of the varying hue, Where life the quick lamp shines, in flickering through, The waning beauty, the funereal charms, With which Death steals his bride into his arms. The New Tlmon. 54. A brow whose frowns are vastly grand, And an eye of sunlit brightness, And a swan-like neck, and an arm and hand Of most bewitching whiteness. PRAED Haunted Tree. 55. Hers is a look, hers is a face That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more pleaseth thee Than all the adulteries of art, That strike the eye but not the heart. BEN JONSON. GO 56. I saw her, And mcthought twas a curious piece of learning, Handsomely bound, and of a dainty letter. She has a face looks like a story ! BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER The Elder Brother. 57. Her haii- In ringlets rather dark than fair, Does down her ivory bosom roll, And hiding half adorns the whole. In her high forehead s fair half round, Love sits in open triumph crowned ; He in the dimple of her chin In private state, my friends, is seen. Her eyes are neither black nor gray, Nor fierce nor feeble is their ray ; Their dubious lustre seems to show Something that speaks nor yes, nor no. Her lips, no living bard, I weet, May say how red, how round, how sweet ! PRIOR. 58. A beautiful and happy girl, With step as soft as summer air, And fresh young lip, and brow of pearl, Shadowed by many a careless curl Of unconfined, and flowing hair : A seeming child in everything Save thoughtful brow, and ripening charms, Gl As nature wears the smile of Spring When sinking into Summer s arms. WHITTIRR. 59. She is not beautiful, yet her young face Makes up in sweetness what it lacks in grace ; She is not beautiful, yet her blue eyes Steal o er the heart like sunshine o er the skies. Poems by Amelia. 60. Locks like the raven s wing, dark languid eyes, And young and beautiful, beyond compare, An airy flitting bird, aye soft and meek, Modest and gentle as the timid fawn When first it ventures forth upon the lawn. MRS. LEWIS Records of the Heart. 61. Who hath eyes so soft and true, Such translucent, shady blue ! Poets, men of all the earth Truest judges of true worth, Steal the life of their sweet books From the heaven of such looks, Though Love doom them every one To punishment Promethean. PATMORE Geraldine. 62. O er her fair face a rosy bloom is shed, And stains her ivory skin with lovely red ; Soft breathing sweets her opening lips disclose, The native odors of the budding rose. TA s s o Jerusalem Delivered. 6 62 63. I know not whether in the state of girlhood Or womanhood to call her. Twixt the two She stands, as that were loth to lose her, this To win her most impatient. The young year Trembling and blushing, twixt the striving kisses Of parting Spring and meeting Summer The only parallel. KNO WLES Virgini HS. 64. My friends, I have seen a white crane bigger ! She is the smallest thing alive, Made in a piece of nature s madness ; Too small almost for the life and gladness Which overflows her, as a hive Out of the bear s reach in the high trees, Is crowded with its safe and merry bees. BROWNING Flight of the Ductless. 65. She is fresh and she is fair, Glossy is her golden hair ; Like a blue spot in the sky Is her clear and loving eye. TAYLOR Ed-inn the Fair. 66. Her hands are marble, and her looks unchangeable As are the wintry stars, in their pure brightness. LANDOR Ines de Castro. 67. He who beholds her hand forgets her face, Yet in that face is all beside forgot ; 63 And he, who as she steps beholds her pace, And locks profuse, doth say, " Nay, turn thee not !" MRS. BROOKS Zophicl. | 68. When pensive, it seems as if that very grace, That charm of all others, was born for her face ; And when angry, for e en in the tranquillest climes Light breezes will ruffle the blossoms sometimes, The short passing anger but seems to awaken New beauty, like flowers that are sweetest when shaken. MOORE Lalla JRookh. 69. Even step, and musing gait, And looks communing with the skies, Her wrapt soul sitting in her eyes. MILTON Pcnscrose. 70. Her face is oval, and her eye Looks like the heaven in Italy, Serenely blue, and softly bright, Made up of languish and of light. And her neck, except where the locks of brown Like a sweet summer mist fall droopingly down, Is as pure and white as the snow, ere the earth Has sullied the hue of its heavenly birth ; And through the blue veins you may see The pure blood wander silently, IF 64 Like noiseless eddies that far below In the glistening depths of a calm lake flow. PRAED The Troubadour. 71. A pretty book of flesh and blood, and well Bound up in a fair letter too. You would Take her with all the errata. JAMES SHIRLEY The Cardinal. I - PERSONAL APPEARANCE OF YOUR LOVER. A deep discerner From his make will read the man, and err Not far in judgment. TUPPER Proverbial Philosophy. 6* SHALL I DESCRIBE THE PERSON OF YOUR LOVER? ELL do I know that stately youth. ! The broad daylight of cloudless truth Like a sunbeam bathes his face ; Though silent, still a gracious smile, That rests upon his eyes the while, Bestows a speaking grace. WILSON Isle of Palms. 2. Something of a black complexion with a weazel face. SHIRLEY Love in a Maze. 3. A noble spirit in a noble form. BROWNING Columbc s Birth-day. 4. He is more than six feet high, And fortunate and wise ; He has a voice of melody, And beautiful black eyes. PRAED Utopia. 5. A ruddy tinge of glowing bronze Upon his face is set, Closely round his temples cling Thick locks of shaggy jet. 68 He loves to climb the steepest crag, Or plunge in the rapid stream ; He dares to look on the thunder cloud, And laugh at the lightning s gleam. ELIZA COOK. 6. In ripened years and manly prime He standeth, his dark pensive eye Speaks the high soul, the thought sublime, That dwells on immortality CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH Convent Bell 1. His tall and well-proportioned form The sculptor s art might grace, And the heart s glow sincere and warm Is beaming o er his face. An arch and animated smile His lips will oft divide, But never doth a word of guile From their frank portals glide. CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH Convent Dell. 8. Tis said that he is strangely ill to look at, That his blank eyes are borrowed of a fish, His eyebrows bald, his stony forehead low, His hair the color of a blanket soiled. TAYLOR Philip Van Artevdde. 9. The calm of thought is on his brow, And he is in the noon of life Loving and loved. HALLECK. 10. The courteous yet majestic mien, The liberal smile, the look serene, The great and gentle mind. BEATTIE Ode on Lord Hay. 11. Modelled in the rarest mould Of mind and features, clad Avith every grace That honors dignity. HILLHOUSE Hadad. 12. A fine and manly brow, though sun and wind Have darkened it, and that a shade of grief Seems natural from long habit. Miss LANDON, 13. A youth Tall, graceful, well-proportioned, noble-miened, Though something in his air may have been thought Almost effeminate the look of one Who delicately nurtured, ne er has felt The shocks and buffets which the world inflicts. JOHN MouLTaiK Tlie Dream of Life.. 14. His gentleness has all the effect of grace, And for his form, His only beauty is his honest face, No common charm. HORNE. 15. Fresh is his cheek as evening flowers that furl Their banners in the sun, his locks outcurl The fingered hyacinth. ELLIOTT. 70 16. His beard Was born last week before its time. I told you, did I not, Of the untimely birth ? It chanced o Wednesday, By reason of a fright he gave his chin, Making its innocent down to stand on end With brandishing of a most superfluous razor. TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 17. A sad face, a reverend carriage, a slow tongue, and so forth. Twelfth Night. 18. Eyes of deep blue, large waves of chestnut locks, A forehead wide, and every feature strong, Yet without heaviness or angry line. HORNE Orion. 19. There s not a mortal man Among his friends more sociable and glad, Pouring his heart out like a river of wine ; Though to his enemies his face be stern As a bronze bust. STERLING Strafford. 20. You may look from east to west, And then from north to south, And never find an ampler breast, Never an ampler mouth ; A softer tone for lady s ear, A daintier lip for syrup, ft Or a ruder grasp for an axe and spear, Or a firmer foot for stirrup. PRAED Tlie Troubadour. 21. Look on his eyes and thou wilt find A sadness in their beam, Like the pensive shade that willows cast On the sky-reflecting stream. There s a sweetness of sound in his talking tones, Betraying the gentle spirit he owns. ELIZA COOK. 22. Little graced With aught of manly beauty ; short, obese, Rough-fashioned, coarse-complexioned, with lank hair And small gray eyes. MOULTRIE TJve Dream of Life. 23. Even when he utters common things, and clear to sight, He looks at you so intently, that you hardly think them trite ; A trick of serious manner, wherein women much delight. PATMORE Lilian. 24. Oh, a most dainty man ! To see him walk before a lady, and to bear her fan ! Lore s Labor Ijost. 72 25. The youth s brown ringlets in the loving beam Hang changeful, bright, and crisp ; his neck, his bust Have thousand beauties all their own, and seem Not only moulded to proportion just, But all his limbs, slightly attenuate, As best bespeaks activity, attest Something unseen, as if might emanate Excess of soul, through the material breast. His youthful cheek is bronzed, and though his eye Is of no vaunted hue, successive reign Of war and chase the quick variety, But oftener tenderness lends there her gentle flame. MRS. BROOKS Zopkiel. 2(5. He is, indeed, the glass Wherein the noble youth do dress themselves. So that in speech and gait, In diet, in affections, in delight, In military rules, humors of blood, He is the mark and glass, copy and book That fashions others. Henry Fourth. 27. His eye is living light, (a mirror true,) In which the burning soul pours out its fire In dazzling coruscations, as it threw Its spell around him, rousing strong desire In all who see to understand its glance Of fascination strange, and yet is thrown 73 A look of gentleness at times, to entrance The gazer s soul, and fix it all its own. MRS. DINNIES The Floral Year. 28. Pandarus. You know he has not past three or four hairs on his chin. Cressida. Indeed, a tapster s arithmetic may soon bring hie particulars therein to a total. T,-<filus and Cressida. 29. There is a thoughtful calmness in his air ; Decision like a ready sword undrawn Reposes, but sleeps not on his forehead bare, And caution too and deep research are there. ELLIOTT. 30. His garb is of a shape and sort That plainly augur little wealth, But his frank smile gives good report Of rich content, and placid health. ELIZA COOK Melaia. 31. Sublime significance of mouth, Dilated nostril full of youth, And forehead royal with the truth. Miss BARRETT Vision of the Poets. 32. His carriage is full comely and upright, His countenance demure and temperate. SPENSER. 74" 33. I might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Tempest. 34. Every feature has the power To aid the expression of the hour. SCOTT Rokeby. 35. Touch but his heart with patriot fift, His dark eyes flash a living fire : But when in those expressive eyes, The beam of sensibility Resumes its wonted reign, They are soft as eve s reflected skies Upon the watery plain, When storms that heaved the waves on high Have sunk to rest again. CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH Convent Bell. 36. His bright looks speak, e en though his lip is mute, And when he talks, his voice is sweeter far Than song of lark, or sound of harp and lute. Straight as a rush, and pure as morning star He shines ; sweet song he loves far more than strife or war. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 37. Well toned his voice of war to sing, His hair is dark as raven s wing, His eye an intellectual lance, No heart can bear its searching glance. HOGG. 75 38. His face is brown, by winds made hard, His voice is deep, and clear, and loud. THOMAS MILLER. 39. With a good look, a good foot, and money enough in his purse, such a man might win any woman in the world if he could get her good will. Much Ado about Nothing. 40. His brow is raised to heaven ; the hand of care Has touched it with no sadness. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 41. Buoyant spirits light as air, A bounding heart untouched by care, With sparkling eye, and polished brow, And downy cheek of healthful glow. CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH Convent Bell. 42. He is complete in feature and in mind, With all good grace to grace a gentleman. Two Gentlemen of Verona. 43. From the moment When men first see him, something wondrous noble Shines through his form, and wins a friendship for him. ROWE Tamerlane. 44. I have no ambition to see a goodlier man. Tempest. 76 45. His eyes are dark and deep, and the clear brow Which shadows them is like the morning sky. SHELLEY. 46. High, straight forehead, nose of eagle, cold blue eyes of less expression Than resistance, coldly casting off the looks of other men As steel, arrows; unelastic lips, which seem to taste possession, And be cautious lest the common air should injure or distrain. Miss BARRETT The Lady Geraldine s Courtship. CHARACTER OF YOUR LADY-LOVE. Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O : Her prentice han she try d on man, An then she made the lasses 0. BURNS. SHALL I DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER OF YOUR LADY-LOVE? HE is of good esteem, Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth ; Beside, so qualified as may beseem The spouse of any noble gentleman. Taming of the Shrew. 2. Thus from within and from without, She grew a flower of mind and eye, Twas love that circled her about And love in her made quick reply. STERLING The Sexton s Daughter. 3. Her wit s a sun that melts you down like butter, And makes you sit at table pancake- wise, Flat, flat and ne er a word to say. HENRY PORTER Two angry Women of Abingdon. 4. .The angels sang in heaven when she was born ! She is a precious jewel, found by you Among the filth and rubbish of the world ; You ll stoop for it, but when you wear it there 80 Set in your bosom, like the morning star, The world may wonder, but it will not laugh. LONGFELLOW Spanish Student. Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay. YOUNG Night Thoughts. \ 6. She has no ear for flattery, no tongue For scandal. JOHN TOBIN. 7. Slender. Did her grandsire leave her seven hun dred pounds ? Evans. Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny. Shallow. I know the young gentlewoman, she has good gifts. Evans. Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts. Merry Wives of Windsor. 8. If she mingle with the festive train, It is but as a melancholy star Beholds the dance of shepherds on the plain, In its bright stillness present, though afar. Yet will she smile (and that too hath its smile) Circled with joy which meets her not the while, And bearing a lone spirit, not at war 81 With earthly things, but o er their form and hue Shedding too clear a light, -too sorrowfully true. HEMANS Forest Sanctuary. . She s girnin at e enin she s girnin at morn A hours of the day in your flesh she s a thorn ; At ye baith a the neigh"bor-folk canna but grin, There s never an end o her flyten an din. NlCOLL. 10. Although she has no beauty to compare With the best faces, she has a heart above All competition. JAMES SHIRLEY The Coronation. 11. She is in virtue resolute, As she is bland and tender in affection. KNOWLES Love Chase. 12. Her being s law is gentle bliss, Her purpose, and her duty ; And quiet joy her loveliness, And gay delight her beauty. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. 13. Her sweet affections, free as wind, ISTor fear nor craving feel ; No secret hollow has her mind For passion to reveal. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. 82 14. She is a child in years, And though in wit a woman, yet her heart, Untempered by the discipline of pain, Is fancy-led. TAYLOR Edwin Ike Fair. 15. In truth, Sir, she is pretty, honest, and gentle, and one that is your friend I can tell you that by the way. Merry Wives of Windsor. 16. Nor proud, nor coy, the maiden yet is choice, And seeks a kindred spirit for her own When she shall give her heart. W. G. SIMMS. 17. A good woman, But when she is impertinent grows earnest, A little troublesome, and out of reason ; Her love and zeal transport her. BEN JONSON. 18. She with quiet air Of mild indifference, and with truthful words, Kind, yet determined, still withdraws herself To chosen solitude, intent to keep A maiden s freedom. MRS. SlGOURNEY. 19. She is all mildness, and the melting tone Of her sweet voice thrills us, and sc Into our souls, a stream of melody, Of her sweet voice thrills us, and seems to flow 83 Delicious in its mellowness ; it speaks A heart at ease. J. G. PERCIVAL. 20. She will sing As if song were an element, and she The gay glad bird just fitted to extend Her bright wings o er its bosom, and go forth Bringing rich notes to earth from the high heaven. W. G. SIMMS. 21. True she is fair, oh how divinely fair! But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners. ADDISON Cato. 22. Good she is and fair in youth, And her mind is seen to soar, And her heart is wed to truth. BARRY CORNWALL. 23. The gaudy gossip when she s set agog, In jewels drest, and at each ear a bob, Goes flaunting out, and in her trim of pride Thinks all she does or says is justified. DRYDEN. 24. She is a flower New opened in a valley, where no frost Hath trodden, and no living thing hath left Print of the world s pollution. J. G. PERCIVAL. 84 25. Tis not the beam of her bright clear eye, Nor the smile of her lips of rosy dye, Nor the dark brown wreaths of her glossy hair, Nor her changing cheek so rich and rare ; Tis a dearer spell that bids thee kneel, Tis the heart to love, and the soul to feel, Tis the mind of light, and the spirit free, And the bosom that heaves alone for thee. DRAKE. 26. Though time her bloom is stealing, There s still beyond his art The wild flower wreath of feeling, The sunbeam of the heart. HALLECK. 27. The languid lady she appears in state, Who was not born to carry her own weight ; She lolls, reels, staggers, till some foreign aid To her own stature lifts the feeble maid, And knowing her own weakness she despairs To scale the Alps that is, ascend the stairs. YOUNG Love of Fame. 28. Patience and sorrow strive Which shall express her goodliest. King Lear. 29. Full-blown and rich in her maturity ; The dwelling of a spirit not of earth, But ever mingling with the pure and high 85 Conceptions of a soul, that spreads its wings To fly where mind when boldest dares to soar. J. G. PERCIVAL. 30. Come, talk not of her; you shall find her the infer- / nal Ate in good apparel. I would some scholar would conjure her. Much Ado about Nothing. 31. It is not mirth, for mirth she is too still ; It is not wit, which leaves the heart more chill, But that continuous sweetness, which with ease Pleases all round it, from the wish to please. This is the charm that her clear smiles bestow ; The wave s fresh ripple from clear fountain s flow. The New Timon. 32. A modest maid decked with the blush of honor, Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love, The wonder of all eyes that look upon her, Sacred on earth, designed a saint above. DANIEL. 33. A spirit pure as hers Is always pure, e en while it errs, As sunshine broken in the rill Though turned astray is sunshine still. MOORE Lalla Rookh. 34. She has A heart . . how shall I say ? . . too soon made glad, Too easily impressed ; she likes whate er 8 86 She looks on, and her looks go everywhere. Oh, Sir, she smiles no doubt Whene er you pass her ; but who passes without Much the same smile ? BROWNING Dells and Pomegranates. 35. Your fair one is a preacher, Inspired when she is vexed ! She never lacks a sermon, Sir you are still the text ; She preaches all your faults and flaws, And pays them all in kind, But most she hates, aye more than all, The faults she cannot find. EDENEZER ELLIOTT. 36. She keeps an Album Well filled with all an album s glories, Paintings of butterflies and Rome, Patterns for trimmings, Persian stories ; Soft sonnets to her cockatoo, Fierce odes to famine and to slaughter, And autographs of Prince Laboo ! And recipes for elder water. PRAED Belle of the Ball. 37. You cannot know the good and tender heart, Its girl s trust, and its woman s constancy, How pure yet passionate, how calm yet kind, How grave yet joyous, how reserved, yet free 87 As light where friends are how imbued with love O The world most prizes, yet the simplest, BROWNING A lilot on the Sciitcheon. 38. She keeps with care her beauties rare From lovers warm and true For her heart is cold to all but gold, And the rich come not to woo. WILLIS. 39. Graced highly she with knowledge, versed in tongues ; a queen of dance ; An artist at her playing ; a most touching utterance. PATMORE Lilian. 40. She is a widow ; on this earth It seems her only task is mirth. She has no nerves and no sensations, No troubling friends nor poor relations, No gnawing grief to feel a care for, No living soul to breathe a prayer for. PRAED The Troubadour. 41. She never took the height Of Saturn, yet is always in the right. She strikes each point with native force of mind, m While puzzled learning blunders far behind. Graceful to sight, and elegant to thought, The great are vanquished and the wise are taught. Her breeding finished, and her temper sweet, When serious easy, and when gay discreet ; 88 In glittering scenes o er her own heart severe, In crowds -collected, and in courts sincere ; Sincere and warm, with zeal well understood, She takes a noble pride in doing good ; Yet not superior to her sex s cares, The mode she fixes by the gown she wears ; Of silks and china she s the last appeal, In these great points she leads the public weal. YOUNG Love of Fame. 42. Quiet talk she liketh best, In a bower of gentle looks, Watering flowers or reading books. Miss BARRETT. 43. She is beautiful as young, And add to that, learned too. KNOWLES Love Chase. 44. All higher knowledge in her presence falls Degraded ; wisdom, in discourse with her, Loses discountenanced, and like folly shows ; Authority and reason on her wait. MILTON Paradise Lost. 45. Is she not gentle as the guileless infant, Mild as the genial breezes of the spring, And softer far than melting sighs of Love ? WALLER. 40. She s cold without, whilst warm within the flame of Love is raging ; She s gay and pleasant in the street, soft, cheerful, and engaging ; She s thrifty and discreet at home, the cares of life assuaging : All this and more ; try, and you ll find how true is my presaging. JUAN DE HITA. CHARACTER OF HIM WHO LOVES YOU. Falstaff" Will you tell me, Master Shallow, how to choose a man 1 Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature, bulk and big as- semblance of a man 1 Give me the spirit, Master Shallow." Henry Fourth. SHALL I DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER OF HIM WHO LOVES YOU? Ripe young man, Of nimble apprehension, of a wise And spreading observation ; of whom Already our old men do prophesy Good and great things. SHIRLEY The Traitor. 2. Tis not the play of high-toned sense, Nor keenly-eyed intelligence, Which have the power we know so well To charm us ; but a deeper spell, A something in his holy life, Which unapproachable by strife Sheds its own halo round. WILLIAMS The Baptistery. 3. Every morning does this fellow put himself upon the rack with putting on his apparel, and manfully en dures his tailor when he screws and twists his body into the fashion of his doublet. SHIRLEY The Bird in a Cage. 94 4. I deem that he is one Whose heart doth love in silent communings To walk with nature, and from scenes like these Of solemn sadness, to sublime the soul To high endurance of all earthly pains Of mind and body. WILSON The Hermitage. 5. There s aye thing yet there s twa things yet To brag on that ye know ; He never, never failed a friend, And never feared a foe. NlCOLL. 6. Though looks and words By the strong mastery of his practised will Are overruled, the mounting blood betrays An impulse in its secret spring, too deep For his control. SOUTHEY Oliver Newman. 1. A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour s talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest. Love s Labor Lost. 8. Pray note the fop half powder and half lace, Nice as a bandbox is his dwelling place 1 95 He s the gilt paper which apart you store, And lock from vulgar hands in your scrutoire. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN Paper, a Poem. 9. And though, as you have said, the vernal bloom Of his first spirits fading leaves him changed Tis not to worse, His mind is as a meadow Of various grasses, rich and fresh beneath, But o er the surface some that come to seed Have cast a color of sobriety. TAYLOR Edwin tlie Fair. 10. I suppose him virtuous, know him noble, Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth ; In voices well divulged, free, learned, valiant, And in dimension, and the shape of nature, Gracious. Twelfth Night. 11. His talk is like a stream which runs With rapid change from rocks to roses ; He slips from politics to puns, Passes from Mahomet to Moses ; Beginning with the laws which keep The planets in their radiant courses, And ending with some precept deep For dressing eels, or shoeing horses. PRAED The Vicar. 12. All who approach him by that spell are bound, Which nobler natures weave themselves around ; 96 Those stars which make their own charmed atmos phere ; Not wholly love, but yet more love than fear ; A mystic influence, which w T e know not why Makes some on earth a portion of our sky. The New Timon. 13. In all blithe sports debates, Down by the river, He of his merry mates Foremost was ever : Skilfullest with his flute, Leading the maidens, Hearkening by moonlight mute To its sweet cadence. Sprightliest in the dance Tripping together, Such a one was he once Till thou eame hither. SAMUEL FERGUSON The Forester s Complaint. 14. A gentleman of handsome parts, And they say fortuned, diligent in s courtship. SHIRLEY Love in a Maze. 15. All unveiled the world of sense An inner meaning has for him, And beauty loved in innocence, Not sought in passion or in whim, Within a soul so pure can ne er grow dull and dim. C. P. CRANCH. 97 16. He is a wit in the pun-making line, Past fifty years of age and five feet nine. HALLECK Fanny. 17. He lives above the crowd, nor hears the noise Of wars and triumphs, nor regards the shouts Of popular applause. WATTS. 18. He possesses for riches content, and for honors quiet. His thoughts are not higher than his fortunes, nor his desires greater than his calling. His heart s thirst is satisfied with his hand s thrift, and his gentle labors in the day turn to sweet slumbers in the night. JOHN LILY Sappho and Phaon. 19. He cannot try to speak with gravity, But one perceives he wags an idle tongue ; He cannot try to look demure, but spite Of all he does, he shows a laugher s cheek ; He cannot e en essay to walk sedate, But in his very gait one sees the jest, That s ready to break out in spite of all His seeming. KNOWLES William Tell. 20. He loves As fiercely as he fights. BRYANT. 98 21. Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise, Though he be merry, yet withal he s honest. Taming of tlie Shrew. 22. Much has he read, yet all confused and mixed, No polar truth his wandering mind has fixed. The fiery impulse, and the kingly will, If prompt to good, no judgment checks from ill ; Quick in revenge, and passionately proud, His brightest hour still shines forth from a cloud, And none conjecture on the next can form So plays the sunbeam on the verge of storm. The New Timon. 23. One whom nature taught to sit with her On her proud mountains, by her rolling sea Who, when the winds are up, with mighty stir Of woods and waters, feels the quickening spur In his strong spirit, who as his own child Does love the flower, and in the rugged bur A beauty sees. R. H. DANA. 24. A man in middle age, Busy, and hard to please. TAYLOR. 25. True to his church he comes ; no Sunday shower Keeps him at home in that important hour. CRABBE. 99 26. Certes he is a most engaging wight, Of social glee, and wit humane though keen. THOMSON, 27. A youth to fortune and to fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marks him for her own. GRAY. 28. The gentleman is learned, and a most rare speaker, To nature none more bound ; his training such That he may furnish and instruct great teachers, And never seek for aid out of himself. Henry VIII. 29. A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one And those who live as modelsjbr the mass Are singly of more value than they all. Such man are you, and such a time is this That your sole fate concerns a nation more Than its immediate welfare ; and to prove Your rectitude, and duly crown the same Of consequence beyond the day s event, Keep but the model safe, new men will rise To study it, and, many another day, B R OWNING Luzia. 30. Not only witty himself, but the cause that wit is in other men. Henry Fourth. 100 31. If he had stept into my watch-tent, night And the wide desert full of foes around, I should have broke the bread, and given the salt, Secure, and when my hour of watch was done, Taken my turn to sleep between his knees, Safe in the unclouded brow and honest cheek. BR OWNING Luria. 32. From noise and riot he devoutly keeps, Sighs with the sick, and with the mourner weeps. HARTE. 33. Negligent as the blossoms of the field, Arrayed in candor and simplicity. LANDOR Count Julian. 34. His way once chose he forward thrusts outright, Nor steps aside for dangers and delight. Yet is he wise all dangers to foresee, But born to affright, and not to fear, is he. His wit is strong, not fine, and on his tongue An artless grace is eloquently hung. These virtues, too, the rich unusual dress Of modesty adorn, and humbleness. Co WLE Y Davideis. 35. A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, and will say more in a minute, than he will stand to in a month. Romeo and Juliet. 101 36. This should have been a noble creature ; he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled ; as it is, It is an awful chaos light and darkness And mind and dust and passions and pure thoughts Mixed, and contending without end oi order, All dormant or destructive : he will perish, And yet he must not ; such are worth redemption ! BYRON Manfred. 37. Immensely fond of dancing, And somewhat given to romancing ; With laughing lip, and jocund eye, And studied tear, and practised sigh, And ready sword, and ready verse, And store of money in his purse. PRAED The Troubadour. 38. Truly noble, And worth a woman s trust. Beaumont and Fletcher. 39. He has a careless courage, which corruption Has not all quenched, and latent energies Represt by circumstance, but not destroyed, Steeped but not drowned. BYRON Sardanapalus. 9* 102 40. Of very reverend reputation, Of credit infinite, highly beloved, Second to none. Comedy of Errors. 41. A careful noter of men s ways ; of clear And lofty spirit ; sages when he speaks Forget their systems, and the worldly wise Shrink from his gaze of truth with baffled eyes. H. ALFORD. 42. He has the secret strange To read that hidden book, the human heart, He has the ready writer s practised art, He has the thought to range The broadest circles intellect hath ran And he is God s best work an honest man. WILLIS The Wife s Appeal. 43. A man in all the world s new fashions planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain ; One whom the music of his own vain voice Doth ravish like enchanting harmony. Love s Labor Lost. 44. Matchless his pen, victorious his lance, Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance. POPE. 45. A worthy man Whose name would pass on change soon as his bond. A liberal man for schemes of public good 103 That sets down tens, where others units write ; A charitable man the good he does That s told of, not the half. KNOWLES The Hunchback. 46. So crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies, that it is his ground of faith that all who look on him love him. Twelfth Night. 47. Hear him but reason in divinity, And all admiring, with an inward wish, You would desire the man were made a prelate ; Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, You would say it hath been all his study ; List his discourse of war, and you shall hear A fearful battle rendered you in music ; Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter ; that when he speaks The air, a chartered libertine, is still, And the mute wonder lurketh in men s ears, To steal his sweet and honeyed sentences. Henry Fifth. 48. He ever loved The ornaments of life, and claimed his due Of rank and state ; delighted in the blaze Of arms, and glistering face of war ; and bore Himself from his most tender years, like one Conscious of nobleness. HILLHOUSE Hadad. 104 49. Most learned in dogs and and horses. KNOWLES Love Chase. 50. When religious sects run mad, He holds in spite of all his learning, That if a man s belief is bad, It will not be improved by burning. PRAED The Vicar. 51. One Whose yesterdays look backward with a smile, Nor like the Parthian wound him as they fly. YCTUNG Night Thoughts. 52. He hears merry tales and smiles not. I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth. Merchant of Venice. 53. Zealous yet modest, innocent though free ; Patient of toil ; serene, amid alarms ; Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms. BEATTIE Minstrel. 54. He keeps no reckoning with his sweets and sours, He ll hold a sullen countenance for hours, And then if pleased to cheer himself a space, Look for immediate rapture in your face, And wonder that a cloud could still be there How small soever, when his own is fair. LEIGH HUNT Rimini. WHAT IS THE NAME OF YOUR LADY-LOVE ? I asked my fair, one happy day, What I should call her in my lay ; By what sweet name from Rome, or Greece, Neaera, Laura, Daphne, Chloris, Carina, Lalage, or Doris, Dorimene or Lucrece ? " Ah," replied my gentle fair, " Dear one, what are names but air 1 Choose thou whatever suits the line ; Call me Laura, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage, or Doris, Only only call me thine !" COLERIDGE. Really people Who christen people, ought to pause a little, And think what they re about. LEIGH HUNT From the Italian of Casa, a^ WHAT IS THE NAME OF YOUR LADY-LOVE? HEY call her Katharine, that do talk of her. Taming of the Shrew. Isabella came Armed with a resistless flame, And the artillery of her eye. COWLEY Chronicle. If zealous Love should go in search of virtue, Where should he find it purer than in Blanche ? King John. 2. We cannot easily define If monarchs reign by right divine ; One point we readily can prove, JZliza s throne was given by Love. 3. Isabel, The dark-eyed spiritual Isabel! BERANGER. N. P. WILLIS. 4. With Leonora it shall be your fate To be entwined forever but too late. BYRON Lament of Tasso. 108 5. Your Sara came, with gentlest look divine ; Bright shone her eye, yet tender was its beam. COLERIDGE. 6. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed him ! Made him neglect his studies, lose his time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought, Made wit with nursing weak, heart-sick with though Two Gentlemen of Verona. 7. What can be the matter with Lizzie, her cheek That of late has been dimpleless, colorless, cold, Has gathered a glow and a glory, that speak Like an eloquent voice of a rapture untold ? MRS. OSGOOD. 8. There s not a bonnie bird that sings But minds you o your Jean. BURNS. 9. Adieu to sweet Mary forever ! From her you must quickly depart ; Though the fates you from each other sever, Still her image will dwell in your heart.* BYRON. 10. Anne loves thee not, for I know Anne s mind as well as another. Merry Wives of Windsor. * The earliest lines written by Lord Byron, in 1804. 100 11. Marian, who makes your heart and very rhymes run o er. LEIGH HUNT. 12. Ye hours of expectation, quickly fly, And bring on hours of blest reality, When thou shalt Laura see, beside her stand, Hear her sweet voice, and press her yielded hand. CRABBE. 13. You oft at midnight wander out, Wrapt up in love, and your capote, To muse on beauty and the skies, Cold winds and Leonora s eyes. PRAED. 14. You question not the heart of Kate, you cast upon her name No memory of jealous fear, no lightest shade of blame ; You know that you have loved her long, with deep and secret truth, You know she is a fitting one to bless your trusting youth. ELIZA COOK. 15. Yes there is one true heart, that heart is thine, Fond Emmdine ! LEIGH HUNT. 16. Forever wilt thou, fond enthusiast, rove With Julias spirit, through the shadowy grove. 10 110 Gaze with delight on every scene she planned, Kiss every flower planted by her hand. CAMPBELL. 17. Sarah! Her face so formed of smiles, Her pulses beat with glee ! Each look and motion seeming still As tuned to harmony. MARIA JAMES. 18. With all the fervency of youth, While passion told the tale of truth, You marked your Hannatis downcast eye, Twas kind, but beautifully shy. JAMES MONTGOMERY. 19. " Come back, Sir," said Kate, "recollect from to-day When I tell you to lave me, I mane ye shall stay." MRS. OSGOOD. 20. A wit herself, Amelia weds a wit. YOUNG Love of Fame. 21. Mary ! Since first you knew her to this hour, Your love hath deepened, with the wiser sense Of what in woman is to reverence ; Her clear heart fresh as e er was forest flower, Still opens more to you its beauteous dower. JAMES LOWELL. 22. Clarinda, mistress of your soul. BURNS. Ill 23. " Let me find A sweet young lover with an aged mind:" Thus Lilla prayed. WILLIAM DRUMMOND. 24. Melinda, formed with every grace complete, Yet these neglecting above beauty wise. THOMSON Autumn. 25. Oh, Anne, your offences to him have been grievous ! I thought from his wrath no atonement would save you ; But woman is made to command and deceive us He looked in your face, and he almost forgave you. BYRON. 26. Few sorrows hath she of her own, Your hope, your joy, your Genevieve ! COLERIDGE. 27. Eliza to this hour might reign, Had she not evil counsels ta en ; Fundamental laws she broke, Still new favorites she chose, Till up in arms your passions rose, And cast away her yoke. COWLEY Chronicles. 28. Airy, fairy Lillian! Flitting, fairy Lillian ! When thou askest if she love thee, Claps her tiny hands above thee, 112 Laughing all she can. She ll not tell thee if she love thee, Cruel little Lillian ! A. TENNYSON. 29. Young Mary Anna, on whose youthful cheek But thirteen years has kindled up the rose. MRS. OILMAN T/ie Young Heroine of Slono. 30. When maidens such as Hester die, Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try. LAMB. 31. Content decked in smiles spreads her pastoral store, And Miranda prepares the repast. HECTOR MACNIEL. 32. Annie of , thy light and thy sun ! The threads of your two lives are woven in one. SIMON BACH. 33. Thy tears are for Edith, the fairest, the best. BROWN. 34. A promise has your Lucy made, And will your heart its claim resign, That ere May flowers again should fade, Her hand and heart should both be thine ? BLOOMFIELD. 35. You like lady Adeline s braids smooth and glossy. MRS. OSGOOD. 113 36. Not that I deem it matter of surprise That you should love to gaze at Phoebe s eyes. BLOOMFIELD. 37. Oh, would her name were Grace ! It is Grace indeed. Winter s Tale. 38. Emma ! tis a name to wake Poesy for its own sake. BERNARD BARTON. 39. Perhaps thy loved Lucinda shares thy walk, With soul attuned to thine. THOMSON Spring. 40. Sophia ; it would please me passing well, Before we part on so much worth to dwell. CRABBE. 41. The lily pure that scents the vale, Fresh gilt wi morning beams and dew, The rose that blushing scents the gale, Wi Helen s matched would tyne their hue. HECTOR MACNIEL. 42. The idol of your heart, The fair Adele. MARIA JAMES. 43. Heaven and virtue guard your Annie. HECTOR MACNIEL. 44. Gertrude, in all her loveliness and bloom. HALLECK. 10 114 45. Julia, more than lily fair, More blooming than the budding rose. R. FERGUSON. 46. Florence, she so loved ! DRAKE. 47. With more than Jewish reverence, as yet, Do you the sacred name conceal : "When, ye kind stars, ah when will it be fit, This gentle mystery to reveal ? When will your love be named, and you possess That christening badge of happiness ? COWLEY. 48. Your wondrous rare description Of beauteous Margaret, hath astonished me ; Her virtues, graced with external gifts, Do breed love s settled passion in the heart. Henry Sixth. 49. Rachel, meek-eyed maid ! A child of gracious Nature, ever neat And never fine, a flowret simply sweet. CRABBE Tales of the Hall. 50. Wreathed in its dark-brown curls, her hair Half hides Matilda s forehead fair. SCOTT Rokeby. 51. Modest and sweet, Congenial with thy mind and character, High-born Augusta. WORDSWORTH. 115 52. Fanny, twas with her name your song began. HALLECK. 53. You love, when with a graceful pride You see the fair Louisa glide Along the dance s glittering row, With footsteps soft as falling snow. JOHN WILSON. 54. Fair as a summer dream is Margaret, Such dream as in a poet s soul may start, Musing of old loves while the moon doth set. LOWELL. 55. Julia walking on the heath, With the pale moon above her. PRAED. 56. Dear neighbor Constance, You ll give horses, dogs, and all for Constance ! KNOWLES Love Chase. 5Y. Maria pities you too late. YOUNG Force of Religion. 58. Cease to mourn, Lament not Hannah s happy state, You may be happy in your turn, And seize the treasure you regret. COLLINS. 59. Jane happening to be hemming frills. PRAED. 116 60. A smile is struggling with a tear In Mary s eye of truth, In Mary s heart are love and fear, At Mary s feet a youth. MRS. OSGOOD. 61. One name is Elizabeth. BEN JONSON. 62. Oh, what are you to love her, your beloved, your Geraldine ? E. B. BARRETT. 63. Henrietta like a muse inspires. YOUNG Love of Fame. 64. Anna, with the faint rose shade That trembles on her cheek, but in her lips Deepens to crimson. MRS. OSGOOD. 65. Come weal, come woe, you care na by, You ll tak what Heaven will sen ye 0, Nae ither care in life to try, But live and love your Nannie 0. BURNS. 66. Ever at early dawn, and close of day, Oh, be Amanda s toil to thine allied ; Labor shall lead her smiling to thy side, So but a smile of thine her toil repay. WlELAND. 167. Flow on, thou shining river, But ere thou reach the sea, til Seek Ellas bower, and give her The wreath he flings o er thee. MOORE. 68. Sweet is the rose in the gay dewy morning, And sweet is the lily at evening s close ; But in the fair presence o lovely young Jessie, Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose. BURNS. 69. Harriet is in truth A tall, fair beauty, in the bloom of youth. CRABBE. 70. Lo, at her feet see him kneeling the while Eloise! Eloise ! why do you smile ? MRS. OSGOOD. 71. With you they strive to join Lavinias hand, But dire portents the purposed match withstand. DRYDEN Virgil. 72. Sarah s love thy noble mind prepares ; Shows thee thy dangers, duties, sorrows, cares. MRS. BARBAULD. 73. Of beauty the paragon, she is called Katy ! In order arranged are her bright-flowing tresses, The thread of a spider their fineness expresses, And softer her check that is mantled with blushes, Than the drift of the snow or the pulp of the rushes, Ballad Poetry of Ireland. 118 74. 0, marry him to one Frances ! Love s Labor Lost. 75. How deep that blush, how deep that sigh ! And why does Lucy shun thine eye ? SCOTT Bridal of Triermain. 76. When tongues speak sweetly, then they name her name, And Rosaline they call her. Love s Labor Lost. 77. Thy Jane is fair to every eye, How more than earthly fair to thee ! Her very beauty makes thee sigh To think that it should ever flee. STIRLING The Sexton s Daughter. 78. Devoted constancy, and faith, and truth, Dwell in that syllable of sweetness Ruth. MRS. OSGOOD. 79. Louisa looks the queen of knitters ! PRAED. 80. A sweeter maid is by thy side Than things of dreams can be ; First precious love to her thou lt give, And, Alice, thou art she ! NlCOLL. 81. They ll tell your Clara you have seemed Of late another s charm to woo. MRS. BARBAULD. 119 82. Poor Fanny ! now I think I see her blush All red and rosy, while I beat the bush, " And hide your secret," said I, "if you dare ;" So out it came, like an affrighted hare. CRABBE. 83. You look at Georgina s soft tress as it flows. MRS. OSGOOD. 84. Her head Bowed down with beauty, and with tenderness, And lowly thought, your own Teresa. HEMANS Scenes of Life. 85. Ellen s voice in the breeze may you hear, Still see in bright clouds, the kind beams of her eye. MRS. OPIE. 86. The same as she hath ever been, The loved the lovely Magdelen ! HALLECK. 87. A fairer form than cherub loves, And let the name be Caroline. CAMPBELL. 88. Constantia, turn ! In thy dark eyes a power like light doth lie. SHELLEY. 89. Thy Anna s heart is bound to thine. ETTRICK SHEPHERD, 120 90. She wears your last look in her soul, Which said " I love but thee, Margret ! Margret /" E. B. BARRETT. 91. Come, thou, Amanda, come, pride of his song ! Formed by the Graces, loveliness itself ! Come with those downcast eyes, sedate and sweet, Those looks demure, that deeply pierce the soul ! THOMSON Spring. 92. Beautiful! beautiful! Passion is stilled Meeting thy blessed eyes, Happy Matilde ! MRS. OSGOOD. 93. Eleanor, with stately tread, A vision bright ! MRS. NORTON. 94. Among your cordial band of friends Sweet Mary. DRAKE. 95. They call her Emma. PRAED Nut-Brawn Maid. 96. Oh, bonnie as heaven itsel an pure Are the flowers of ilka kind ; But they ha ena the womanly purity, your darling Jeanie s mind. NlCOLL. 121 97. Make Margaret happy. Twenty golden crowns, And she is blest ! MRS. DOWNING Satan in Love. 98. Miss Florence, the young milliner, blue-eyed and bright, In the front parlor over her shop. HALLECK. 99. Mary then, and gentle Anne, Both to reign at once began, Alternately they swayed ; And sometimes Mary is the fair, And sometimes Anne the crown doth wear, And sometimes both have swayed. COWLEY Chronicle. 100. You have ransacked the world through each part, And at length have selected your fair ; From each bosom she steals every heart, But her name ask me not to declare. SHENSTONE. 101. Her kindness and her worth to spy You need but gaze on Ellen s eye. SCOTT Lady of the Lake. 102. The well-known lock of auburn hair, That once was hers that now is thine, Will oft to pensive memory bear, The lovely name of Caroline. H. F. GOULD. 11 122 103. Oh ! had I words of fire, I could not paint Your Mary in her majesty of mind Expressing half the queen, and half the saint. ELLIOTT. 104. The accomplished swain Beheld Mario,, and confessed her reign. CRABBE Posthumous Papers. 105. Mary, meek listener at the Saviour s feet. HEMANS Scenes of Life. 106. As sings the bird sings Lucy, all her art A voice, in which you listen to the heart. The New Timon. 107. Dost thou forget poor Lydia? Lydia? No. JOHN SHEPPARD An Autumn Dream. 108. Eliza! What fools are the Musselmen sect, Who to woman deny the soul s future existence ! Could they see thee, Eliza, they d own their defect, And this doctrine would meet with a general resistance. BYROX. | 109. Judith, Prudent in mind. Alfred of England s Metres of Bodhius. 110. The snow-flake that the cliff receives, The diamonds of the showers, 123 Spring s tender blossoms, buds and leaves, The sisterhood of flowers, Morn s early beam, eve s balmy breeze, Her purity define ; But Ida s dearer far than these To that fond breast of thine. MORRIS. 110. Young Emily has temples fair, Caressed by locks of dark-brown hair ; A thousand sweet humanities Speak wisely from her hazel eyes ; Her speech is ignorant of command, But it can lead you like a hand ; Her white teeth sparkle when the eclipse Is laughter-moved, of her red lips ; She moves, all grace, with gliding limbs, As a white-breasted cygnet swims. COOKE A Proem to the Froissart Ballads. YOtJR LOVER S NAME. QUINCE. To all our company here 1 BOTTOM. You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip. QUINCE. Here is the Scroll of every man s Name. Midsummer Night s Dream. JULIA. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love ? LUCY. Please you repeat their Names. Two Gentlemen of Verona. MAY I TELL YOUR LOVER S NAME? , I heard thee in the Spring, Thee and Robert through the trees, And the sound grew into word, As the speakers drew more near. Sweet, forgive me, that I heard What you wished me not to hear. ELIZ. B. BARRETT. 2. Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son. MILTON. 3. Edicard lo ! to sudden fate (Weave the woof, the thread is spun), Half of thy heart we consecrate ; The web is wove, the work is done. GRAY The Bard. 4. I own I thought Alonzo most your friend ! YOUNG The Revenge. 5. George with all his resolution strove, To check the progress of his growing love. BLOOMFIELD. 128 6. Your father and mother tould Dan, That you re three years owre young yet to hae a gude man. HECTOR MACNIEL. 7. Thou lovcst him, for his name is Will. SHAKSPEARE Sonnet. 8. Joe is advancing in knowledge, He begs me to send his regard. PRAED Quince. 9. Jonathan the joy and grace, The beautifullest and best of human race. COWLEY. 10. No, no, Mr. Frost, you may peep if you please Over the mountains and through the trees, You may do what you will, and she shall not fear, For she is determined you shan t come here. MRS. OSGOOD. 11. Young David he s a ruddy lad With silken sunny locks. H. F. GOULD. 12. ./Tm^-bred up in modest lore. CHURCHILL. 13. Poor Jack no matter who for when I blame, I pity, and must therefore sink the name. C o WPE R Retirement. 129 14. You cannot believe That James can lie, or purpose to deceive. CRABBE Tales of the Hall. 15. Man still with guile and faithless love Is charged, perhaps too true ; But may, dear maid, each lover prove An Edwin still to you. BURNS. 16. How now, Frank ! Why art thou melancholy ? Merry Wives of Windsor. 17. As you smile or frown, John lives or dies ; His dress, speech, gesture, studies, friendships, all Being fashioned to your liking. CHARLES LAMB John Woodvil. 18. Here is Richard poor indeed but nay This is self-torment foolish thoughts away ! CRABBE Tales. 19. Henry, thy Henry with eternal truth. PRIOR Nut- Brown Maid. 20. The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin s too. GOLDSMITH. 21. Dawn of affection ! Love s delicious sigh ! Caught from the lightnings of a speaking eye, That leads the heart to rapture or to woe, Tis Walter s fate the maddening power to know. BLOOMFIELD. 130 22. A little man with a face of glee, The neighbors call him Tim the Tacket ! O MOTHERWELL. 23. Tom you shall meet again, and yet I cannot give you his direction. PRAED Quince. 24. Ned beholds with wondering eyes, ii MRS. OSGOOD. And feels his fond confiding banished. 25. Spencer is the name, Tis rumored round, thy better days have known. R. H. DANA. 26. Poor crazy Robert, his hair has turned gray, His beard has grown long, and hangs down to his breast ! JANE TAYLOR. 27. I ll call him Peter. King John. 28. What ! is the blush already on your cheek? You think of Sam I am about to speak. 29. How handsome Frederic is by all s confessed, How well he looks, how fashionably dressed ! And then he loves you more than mind can guess, Than heart conceive, or eloquence express. CRABBE Tales of the Hall. 1C 131 30. George is a youth with spirit strong and high, With handsome face, and penetrating eye ; O er his broad forehead hang his locks of brown, And give a spirit to his youthful frown. CRABBE Tales of the Hall. 31. You are content to be at his command ; Command, I mean, of virtuous, chaste intents, To love and honor Henry as your lord. Henry Sixth. 32. John, who is figuring in the gay career I. CHARLES LAME John WoodviL Of blooming manhood. 33. He ll hae misfortunes great and sma , But aye a heart aboon them a , He ll be a credit till us a , We ll a be proud o Robin. BURNS. 34. Why make so much ado about it then? It is a common name they call him Ben. 35. His simple truths does Andrew glean. Beside the babbling rills ; A careful student he has been, Among the woods and hills, WORDSWORTH. 36. Of waistcoats Harry has no lack, Good dapple gray, and linen fine ; i 132 He Las a blanket for his back, And coats enough to smother nine. WORDSWORTH. 37. Thy Edward kneels, and calls upon thy name. H. K. WHITE. 38. Epliraim ; a plain man, Plain spoken, chary of his words is he. MRS. SOUTHEY. 39. Meantime the stranger every voice employed To ask or tell his name. Who is it? Lloyd. CHURCHILL. 40. Your William dear In beauty brightens, as in height he grows ; In books and learning he finds no compeer. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 41. Of Henry s worth you speak With eager warmth, and sparkling eye. MRS. OPIE. 42. Pat is the urchin s name, a red-haired youth. HORACE AND J. SMITH. 43. Albert fondly came, and bright Shone the sparkling gift he wore, But more fair her smile of light Who that gift of fondness bore. DR. BROWN. 133 44. When Frederic comes, the kind old ladies smile, A nice young man who comes with unsoiled feet. CRABBE Tales of the Hall. 45. Joseph, the worthy son of worthy sire, Who well repays his pious parent s care, To train him in the ways of virtue fair, And early with the love of truth inspire. THOMAS EDWARDS. 46. Young Edwin lighted by the evening star, Lingering and listening. BE ATTIE Minstrel. 47. Long-armed John, with moist and smutty brow. R. H. DANA. 48. No more your long-lost Arthur you bewail. GRAY The Bard. 49. Thomas, why to sea ? You look too slim For that rough work. CRABBE Tales of the Hall. 50. Smith, the genteel, the airy and the neat. CHURCHILL. 51. The sweet-brier oped its pink-eyed rose, And gave its fragrance to the gale ; Though modest flowers their sweets disclose, More sweet was Henry s earnest tale. BLOOMFIELD. 52. Here s to thee, Dick, this whining love despise. COWLEY. 12 134 53. Oliver seems to thee a creature Less of this earth than of celestial nature. R. SOUTHEY Oliver Newman. 54. Dear honest-hearted canty Charlie, To whom you d trust baith late and early. HECTOR MACNIEL. 55. Twice in the week come letters, and delight Beams in the eye of Richard, at the sight, Letters of love all full, and running o er, The paper filled, till it can hold no more, Crossed with discolored ink, the doublings full. CRABBE Tales of the Hall. 56. Oh, Eugene ! What will this dim world be to her Eugene, If wanting thy bright soul, the life of all ! MRS. HEMANS Scenes of Life. 5V. How now, ambitious Humphry what means this? Henry Sixth. 58. It s true you loo Johnie, he s gude an he s bonnie, But waes me, ye ken he has nothing ava. HECTOR MACNIEL. THE PROFESSION OR OCCUPATION OF YOUR LOVER. A smith at the loom, and a weaver at the forge, were but sorry craftsmen ; And a ship that saileth on every wind never shall reach her port: Yet there be thousands among men who heed not the leaning of their talents, But, cutting against the grain, toil on to no good end; And the light of a thoughtful spirit is quenched beneath the bushel of commerce, While meaner plodding minds are driven up the mountain of philosophy. TUPPKR Proverbial Philosophy. SHALL I DECLARE THE PROFESSION OR OCCUPATION OF YOUR LOYER? FIRE-SIDE Philanthropist, great at the pen. GERALD GRIFFIN Irish Ballads. 2. He is a Tailor, madam, That holds intelligence with foreign courts. JAMES SHIRLEY The Sisters. 3. Brave, generous, rich in all the qualities Of Soldier, citizen, and friend. BYRON Doge of Venice. 4. The Patriot passion he shall strongly feel, Ardent, and glowing with undaunted zeal ; With lips of fire shall plead his country s cause, And vindicate the majesty of laws. MRS. BARBAULD The Invitation. 5. The good old man with some anxiety, Then asked how fate, his future course would mark ? 12* 138 The sprite replied, " The infant first will be Boots at an inn, then printer, then a Clerk."" BERANGER. 6. To farming solely by a passion led, Or by a fashion ; curious in his land, Now planning much, now changing what he s planned, Pleased by each trial, not by failures vexed, And ever certain to succeed the next ; Quick to resolve, and easy to persuade, He is a gentleman a Farmer made. CRABBE Tlie Borough. 7. A Poet, one who loves the brooks Far better than the sages books. WORDSWORTH. 8. By fortune s wild caprice, First doomed to be a Lawyer, and next thrust Into the full accoutrements of war, And regimental lace. JOHN MOULTRIE TJie Dream of Life. 9. He ll keep A retail dry-goods shop in Street, And nurse his little earnings sure, though slow ; Till having mustered wherewithal to meet The gaze of the great world, he ll breathe the air Of Street, and " set up" in Square. HALLECK Fanny. & m 139 10. A shrewd and sound Divine, Of loud Dissent the mortal terror. PRAED The Vicar. 11. Beautified, With goodly shape, and by his own report A Linguist. Two Gentlemen of Verona. 12. Lo, that small office ! there the incautious guest Goes blindfold in, and that maintains the rest ; There in his web the observant spider lies, And peers about for fat intruding flies. CRABBE The Borough. 13. There is none like him in this wide world, To speak of Physic, and of Surgery. CHAUCER. 14. A Merchant of great traffic through the world. Taming of the Shrew. 15. Tis his to fill with gas the huge baloon of Party. HALLECK Fanny. 16. A Botanist, within whose province fall The cedar, and the hyssop on the wall, And all that decks the lanes, the fields, the bowers. COWPER. 17. He s busy in the Cotton trade, And Sugar line. HALLECK. 140 18. I do remember an Apothecary, And hereabout he dwells ! Romeo and Juliet. 19. A man, who in the Senate-house Watchful, imhired, unbribed, and uncorrupt, And party only to the common weal, In virtue s awful eye, pleads for the right With truth so clear, with argument so strong, With action so sincere, and tone so loud And deep, as makes the despot quake. POLL OK Course of Time. 20. Physic and law were both in turn proposed, He weighed them nicely, and with Physic closed. CRABBE. 21. He will forge vast railways, and will heat The hissing rivers into steam. BRYANT. 22. A Soldier, statesman. Winter s Tale. 23. He will be Schoolmaster, and undertake the teaching of the maid. Taming of the Shrew. 24. The reverend reader of the text divine ; God s sacred messenger, man s earthly guide, Whose own pure life like crystal sand doth glide. R. M. CHARLTON. 141 25. He is a very perfect Practiser; The cause once known and root of the disease, Anon he ll place the sick man at his ease. CHAUCER. 26. A peaceful man Is he, and bred a Manufacturer. JOHN MOULTRIE. 27. He is a Trustee of a Savings Bank. HALLECK Fanny. 28. He writes too, in a quiet way, Small treatises and smaller verses ; And sage remarks on chalk and clay, And hints to noble lords and nurses. . PRAED The Vicar. 29. To shine in Science o er the sons of men ; Each varying plant, each tortuous root to know, How latent pests from lucid waters flow, All the deep bosom of the air contains, Fire s parent strength, and earth s prolific veins. LANDOR. 30. He will, having both the key Of Officer and office, set all hearts in the State To what tune please his ear. TEMPEST. 31. The Worker he, The builder up of things, and of himself. HORNE Orion. 142 32. A man of Law, a man of peace, To frame a contract or a lease. CRABBE. 33. All the wealth he has Runs in his veins. He is a Gentleman. Merchant of Venice. 34. Conning o er his daily sales, With eager eye and scent, upon the watch Not to be overbargained. W. G. SIMMS. 35. A Laborer, whose only care His daily food is to prepare. Pierre de Ronsard. - 36. A potent Quack long versed in human ills, Who first insults the victim whom he kills. CRABBE. 37. A Statesman, in the van Of public business trained and bred. WORDSWORTH. 38. He will be forced to drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen, And mingle among the jostling crowd, Where the sons of strife are subtle and loud. BRYANT. 39. He makes acquaintanceship with plants and flowers, And happy grows in telling all their names. POLLOK. 143 40. A Cleric, By coming patronage beguiled and vext. WORDSWORTH. 41. Ambassador for Christ, , honored in the English Church among her theologians. JOHN MOULTRIE. 42. A Dean, Rich, fat, and rather apoplectic. PRAED. 43. A man Exalted by the people to the throne Of government, established on the base Of justice, liberty, and equal right. POLLOK. 44. He has been tempted to intrust His expectations to the fickle winds, And perilous waters, with the mariners A fellow Marine? . WORDSWORTH. 45. Graceful he ll tread the Stage, and be in turn The prince we honor, and the knave we spurn ; Bravely to bear the tumult of the crowd, The hiss tremendous, and the censure loud, A cheerful look assume, and play the part Of happy rover, with repining heart : Then cast off care, and in the mimic pain 144 Of tragic woe, feel spirits light and vain, Distress and hope the mind s, the body s wear, The man s affliction, and the actor s tear. CRABBE The Borough. 46. There stands the Messenger of Truth, there stands The legate of the skies ! his theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear ! COWPKR. 4V. An anxious city seeks and finds him, In a blessed day of joy and pride, Sceptres his jewelled hand, and crowns him Her chief, her guardian, and her guide. HALLECK. 48. His limbs are strong, his shoulders broad, His hands were made to pleugh, He s rough without, but sound within, His heart is bauldly true. He toils at e en, he toils at morn, His work is never through, A coming life of weary toil Is ever in his view. But on he trudges, keeping aye A stout heart to the brae, And proud to be an honest man, Until his dying day. NlCOLL. 145 49. A Poet, broadly spreading The golden immortalities Of his own soul on natures lorn And poor of such ; beneath his treading, Earth s flowers being streaked with hues of Eden, And stars drawn downward by his looks To shine more clearly in his books. Euz. B. BARRETT. 50. Gumming in Greek, Latin, and other languages. Taming of the Shrew. 51. He will make mighty engines swim the sea, Like its own monsters. BRYANT. 52. He will launch his bark On the distempered flood of Public life. WORDSWORTH. 53. Cunning in Music. Taming of the Shrew. His daily task to guide the laboring steer, Plant the low shrub, remove the unsightly mound, Or nurse the flower, or tend the humming swarm ; So in his breast content and health shall dwell, And conscious bliss, and love of nature s charm. JOHN BAMPFYLDE. 54. A Messenger, commissioned to announce The resurrection, and the life to come. GRAHAME. 13 146 Far from the muses Academic grove, Tis his the vast and trackless deep to rove, Alternate change of climate must be known, And felt the fierce extremes of either zone. FALCONER. 55. A wise Judge by the craft of the law ne er seduced from its purpose. SOUTHEY. 56. He sits, Month after month, devising impost laws ; And gives some portion of his midnight vigils To mitigate, if not remove all wrong. GRAHAME. 57. Learning grows Beneath his care, a thriving vigorous plant. COWPER. 58. A skilful workman he In God s great moral vineyard, what to prune With cautious hand he knows, what to uproot. POLLOK. 59. Lo on that cushion where he sits sublime (His woolsack now) the future Chancellor ! CAROLINE BOWLES. 60. He ll stand With Auctioneering hammer in his hand, 147 Provoking to give more, and knocking thrice For the old household stuff, or picture s price ! DRYDEN. 61. With a fair bride most rich in gifts of mind, Nor sparingly endowed with worldly wealth, His Office he ll relinquish, and retire From the world s notice to a rural home. WORDSWORTH Excursion. 62. Under a spreading chestnut tree, The village smithy stands ; The Smith a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. LONGFELLOW. 63. A Sculptor born to elevate his art, And loving it with fervor, such as burned In old Pygmalion s spirit, when he yearned For the sweet image that his hands had made. MACK AY Voices from the Mountains. 64. Certainly a gentleman, thereto Clerk-like, experienced, which no less adorns Our gentry than our parents noble names. Winter s Tale. 65. A Coaster, skilled in fishing and in ships. HORNE Orion. 148 A good man of religion, do I see, And a poor Parson of a town is he ; But rich he is of holy thought and work. CHAUCER. 66. A Student he from Cambridge, and in truth He is a sober and a comely youth ; Blushes in meekness, as a modest man. CRABBE. 67. A right good constant Laboring Man is he, Living in peace, and perfect charity. He threshes, maketh dykes, or plants, or fells. CHAUCER. 68. An Author-Rector whose delight Is all in books, to read them or to write. CRABBE. 69. A Soldier, and of very valiant proof. AlPs Well, that ends Well. 70. A Merchant, but so bounteous, Valiant, wise, learned, all so absolute, That nought is valued praiseful excellent, But in t is he most praiseful excellent. JOHNMARSTON What You Will. 71. A man of consequence and notoriety, His name, with the addition of esquire, Stands high upon the list of each society, Whose zeal and watchfulness the sacred fire 149 Of science, agriculture, art and learning, Keep on their country s altars bright and burning. HALLECK. 72. A Statesman whose clean palm will kiss no bribe, Whate er it be. E. B. BARRETT. 73. Yesterday a cow-keeper, and to day a Gentleman. LONGFELLOW Spanish Student. 74. A grave Philosopher, he wheels about His system to the crowd, then wheels it out And shoves another in. R. H. DANA. 75. A Barber he and well appeared His handicraft, for when A foeman s beard he shortly sheared It never grew again. TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 76. Flavins. You Sir, what trade are you ? Citizen. A trade, Sir, that I hope I may use with a safe conscience, which is indeed Sir, a mender of bad soles. Julius Casar. 77. A Philosopher, By whose voice the earth and skies Shall speak to the unborn. E. B. BARRETT. 13* 150 78. A smart young Cornet, who with grace Rides in the ranks. CRABBE. 79. He is a Traveller, and knows men and manners. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. 80. I know him not, but I have heard of him; A Merchant of incomparable wealth. Taming of the Shrew. 81. A Preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own. COWPER. 82. In youth a good trade practised well has he, And is a clever hand at Carpentry. CHAUCER. 83. Heaven placed him here to vote and trade, Twin tasks divine ! HALLECK. 84. A village Schoolmaster is he, With hair of glittering gray ; As blithe a man as you could see On a Spring holiday. WORDSWORTH. 85. A true Laborer ; he earns that he eats, gets that he wears, owes no man hate, envies no man s happi ness, glad of other men s good, content with his own harm. As You Like It. 151 86. He with pocket-hammer smites the edge Of every luckless rock, or stone, that stands Before his sight, by weather-stains disguised, Or crusted o er with vegetation thin, Nature s first growth ; detaching by the stroke, A chip or splinter, to resolve his doubts. WORDSWORTH. 87. A Sailor s jacket on his limbs is thrown, A sailor s story he has made his own. CRABBE. 88. He is turned Orthograplier ; his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes. Much Ado about Nothing . 89. Gracing a College, he is honored, loved, By more than one, themselves conspicuous there. COWPER Task. 90. A wise fellow, and what is more, an Officer. Much Ado about Nothing. 91. I see Lord Mayor written on his forehead ! MASSINGER. 92. He, grave in childhood, on the soul shall shower The Gospel dews, with renovating power ; Sublime instruction from his lips shall flow, And Mercy s antidote for sin and woe. ELLIOTT. 93. Though but young, Yet old in judgment ; theoric and practic 152 In all humanity, and to increase the wonder, Religious, yet a Soldier. MASSIKGER AND FIELD The Fatal Dowry. 94. He in Courts presides Among their worships, whom his judgment guides. CRABBE. 95. This is the Sargeant, Who like a good and hardy soldier fought. Macbeth. 96. Universities will heap upon him honors. HOWJTT. 97. His calling laid aside he ll live at ease. WORDSWORTH. 98. He is a Mariner, who ploughs the deep, When wild winds wail, and boiling billows foam ; Who knows the blessed value of a friend, A friend, who shares his dangers and his toils ; The same in sunshine, darkness, calm, or storm ; Heart locked in heart, soul blended into soul. TlLLERY. 99. A youth Retired in voluntary loneliness, In reverie extravagant now wrapped, Or, peering now on book of ancient date With filial awe, and dipping oft his pen To write immortal things. POLLOK Course of Time. 153 100. A poor squire of the country, and Justice of the Peace. Henry Fourth. 101. A frugal Merchant, who began Early to thrive, and grew a wealthy man. CRABBE. 102. A Footman, sweet sir, a footman. Winter s Tale. 103. Dear to the muse, but pleased with lowly fame, He gains by private arts an humbler name. TASSO Jerusalem Delivered. 104. A Lawyer then, a writer in strange parchments. MRS. DOWNING Satan in Love. 105. Ha ! a Poet, know him by The ecstacy- dilated eye ! Aye, in every time or place, Ye may know the poet s face, By the shade or shining ! E. B. BARRETT. 106. To his tongue shall seraph words be given, And power on earth to plead the cause of heaven. CAMPBELL Pleasures of Hope. He is a perfect knowledge-box An oracle to great and sma ! And fifty law-pleas he has lost, He is sae weel acquaint wi law. NICOLL. 154 107. Young though he is, yet careful there he stands, Opening his Shop with his own ready hands. CRABBE. 108. Reputed In dignity, and for the Liberal Arts Without a parallel, those being all his study. TEMPEST. STATE OF YOUR AFFECTIONS. I do not bid thee take him or refuse him, I only say, think twice. TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. ARMADO. Comfort me, my boy. What great men have been in love 7 MOTH. Hercules, master. ARMADO. Most sweet Hercules ! More authority, dear boy, name more ; and sweet, my child, let them be men of good repute and carriage. MOTH. Samson, master. He was a man of good carriage, great carriage. For he carried the town gates on his back like a porter, and he was in love. Love s Labor Lost. LAIJNCE. He lives not now who knows me to be in love. Yet I am in love, but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me. Two Gentlemen of Verona. WHAT IS THE STATE OF YOUR AFFECTIONS? HY heart is like an untouched lyre, Silent as death : let the trembling wire, The hand that knows its spirit feel, And list, what melting murmurs steal ! JOHN WILSON Isle of Palms. 2. You never felt The agonizing sense Of seeing love from passion melt Into indifference ; The fearful shame, that day by day Burns onward, still to burn ; To have thrown your precious heart away, And met this black return. MILNES The Lay of the Humble. 3. There is a wound within thee, tis a wound That lies too deep for tears, and many awhile, When all that is around thee seems to smile, 14 158 Within thy heart of hearts a knell doth sound, Not of this world. ISAAC WILLIAMS Thoughts in past Years. 4. MAN. You yearn to tell her, and yet have no one Great heart s-word that will tell her. BROWNING The Return of the Druses. 4. LADY. If you can Find any gentle passion in your soul To entertain his thought, no doubt his heart, Though sad, retains a noble will to meet it. His love is firm to you, and cannot be Unrooted by one storm. JAMES SHIRLEY The Coronation. 5. Your heart s yet free, From Love s uneasy sovereignty, Beats with a fancy running high. SlLLERY. 6. MAN. Yet cannot you with many a dropping tear And long entreaty, soften her hard heart, Nor will she once vouchsafe your plaint to hear, Or look with pity on your painful smart. But when you plead, she bids you play your part ; And when you weep, she says, tears are but water ; And when you sigh, she says you know the art ; And when you wail, she turns herself to laugh ter. SPENSER Sonnets. 159 6. LADY. He was the glory of your thoughts, and you Loved him. Reason and duty since Formed him to other knowledge, and you now Look on him without love. JAMES SHIRLEY The Coronation. 7. You no sooner met than you looked ; no sooner looked but you loved ; no sooner loved but you sighed ; no sooner sighed but you asked one another the rea son ; no sooner knew the reason, but you sought the remedy ; and in these degrees have you made a pair of stairs to the marriage. As You Like It. 8. A love-spell upon your very being lies, Whose many mystic links may not be riven. Poems by Amelia. 9. MAN. When you have The happiness to speak with one alone, There is so much sweetness in her, such a troop Of graces waiting on her words and actions, You love her infinitely, and think it blessing To see her smile ; but when the t other comes In presence, in her eye she brings a charm To make you dote on her : you are divided, And like the trembling needle of a dial Your heart s afraid to answer. JAMES SHIRLEY Love in a Maze. 1GO 9. LADY. Proud beauty, they tell me tis love That kindles the fire of thine eye, And when did affection e er prove A passion so towering and high ? It is not it cannot be love, Affection is lowly and deep ; All groundless suspicion above, It knows but to trust and to weep. MRS. ELLIS. 10. Your bosom is a soft retreat For love, and love alone ; And yet your heart has never beat To love s delicious tone. It dwells within its circle, free From tender thoughts like these, Waiting the little deity As blossom waits the breeze, Before it throws its leaves apart, And trembles like the love -touched heart. Poems by Amelia. 11. You do love, and it hath taught you to rhyme, and be melancholy. Love s Labor Lost. 12. MAN. You are in love with an ideal ; A creature of your own imagination, A child of air, an echo of your heart ; And like a lily on the river floating, She floats upon the river of your thought. LONGFELLOW Spanish Student. 1G1 12. LADY. You think of him, the forehead fair, The ruddy lip, and glossy hair, The fairy tale he loves to tell, The serenade he sings so well. PRAED The Troubadour. 13. Young love s first dream, A dream indeed unreal, shadowy, brief, Is done and ended, and your heart so far Not much the worse for wear. JOHN HOME. The Dream nf Life. 14. You love each other, but perchance The murmurs of dissent may rise ; Fierce words may chase the tender glance, And angry flashes light your eyes. ELIZA COOK. 15. MAN. You ve flung your line, But compromised you are not ; no, nor will be, Till it be seen if yet your suit will thrive With yon fair frozen dew-drop. TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 15. LADY. Ponder well What you shall say, for if it must be no In substance, you shall hardly find that form Which shall convey it pleasantly. TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 16. MAN. Ere you had measured six feet ten, Or bought Havanas by the dozen, 14* PRAED. 162 You fell in love as many do She was an angel hem your cousin. 16. LADY. You are a woman, and your heart Like your tiara s brightest jewel, Cold hard till kindled by some art, Then quenchless burns itself its fuel. PRAED. 17. If hitherto you have not said you loved, Yet hath the heart of each declared its love, By all the tokens wherein love delights. You heretofore have trusted in each other, Too fully have you trusted, to have need Of words or vows, pledges or protestations ! TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 18. To be beloved is all you need, And when you love you love indeed. COLERIDGE Pains of Sleep. 19. MAN. You were wont when you laughed, to crow like a cock ; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions ; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner ; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money ; and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that when I look on you I can hardly think you the same ! Two Gentlemen of Verona. 19. LADY. To mould denial to a pleasing shape In all things, and most specially in love. 163 Is a hard task ; alas ! you have not wit From such a sharp and waspish word as " no," To pluck the sting. TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 20. Slender. If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it on a better acquaint ance, when you are married, and have more occa sion to know one another. I hope upon familiarity, will grow more contempt. Merry Wives of Windsor. 21. MAN. You loved her once, when every thought of yours, Was hope and joy ; and now you love her still, In sorrow and despair : a hopeless will From its lone purpose never can decline. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. 21. LADY. There was a time when bliss Shone o er thy heart, from every look of his ; When but to see him, hear him, breathe the air In which he dwelt, was thy soul s fondest prayer; When round him hung such a perpetual spell, Whate er he did none ever did so well : Yet now he comes brighter than even he E er beamed before, but ah ! not bright for thee ! MOORE Lalla Rookh. 22. A grief without a pang void, dark and drear, A stifled, shadowy, unimpassioned grief, 164 Which finds no natural outlet, no relief In word, or sigh, or tear. S. T. COLERIDGE Dejection. 23. Now you are fixed all day, and now are fain To rise and move, then sigh, then sit again, Then try some work, forget it, and think on, Wishing with perfect love that time were gone ; And lost to the green trees, with their sweet singers, Tap on the casement-ledge with idle fingers. LEIGH HUNT Rimini. 24. MAN. Again and once again, do you repeat the song, Nay, say you more than half to the damsel must belong ; For she looks with such a look, and she speaks with such a tone, That you almost receive her heart into your own. WORDSWORTH. 24. LADY. There is a youth whom you have loved so long, That when you loved him not you cannot say ; When you began to tire of childish play, You seemed still more and more to prize each other ; You talked of marriage, and your marriage day, And you in truth do love him like a brother, For never do you hope to meet with such another. WORDSWORTH. I 165 f 25. In AN. All your thoughts Are to please her, and all your wanderings To pluck sweet flowers for her, To rove through sunny valleys by her side ; Your joys are hers. SlLLERY. 25. LADY. You love him still but holily Even as a sister, or a spirit might. SHELLEY The Cenci. 26. Rather with Grief than Friendship wouldst thou dwell, Because Love smiles no more! Bent down by culling bitter herbs, to swell A caldron that runs o er. LANDOR Pericles and Aspasia. 27. The tie so firmly bound, Is torn asunder now ; How deep that sudden wrench may wound It recks not to avow. THOMAS DALE. j 28. MAN. They said that she had faithless grown, That gold had wiled her love frae thee ; But thy fond heart was constant still, An thought that false she could na be. It thought that truth and constancy, Within her bosom dwellers were ; 166 Thy love nae ill of her could think, And is she then sae fause an fair ? 28. LADY. Your love has perished, like the sound that \ dies And leaves no echo ; like the eastern day That has no. twilight ; like the lonely flower, Hung forth to wither on the wind, that wastes Even its perfume. T. K. HERVEY. 29. Let them ne er say that ypu are false at heart, Though absence seem your flame to qualify ; As easy might you from yourself depart, As from the soul, in which your breast doth lie. That is your home of love ; if you have ranged Like him that travels, you return again. SIIAKSPEARE Sonnets. 30. They seem to those who see them meet, The worldly friends of every day ; Her .smile is undisturbed and sweet, His courtesy is free and gay ; Yet, if by one the other s name, Should in some careless hour be heard, The heart we thought so calm and tame, Will struggle like a captive bird. MlLNES. 3.1. No jealousy your dawn of love o ercasts. BEATTIK. 167 32. MAN". Adventurous you have been, it is true, And your fool-hardy heart would brave, nay court, In other days, an enterprise of passion ; Yea, like a witch would whistle for a whirlwind ; But you have been admonished, painful years Have tamed and taught you. TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 32. LADY. You ll follow him through sunshine and through storm, You will be with him in his weal and woe ; In his afflictions, should they fall upon him ; In his temptations, when bad men beset him ; In all the perils which may press around him, And should they crush him in the hour of death ! TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 33. MAN. Your love is like most other loves, A little glow, a little shiver, A rose-bud and a pair of gloves, And " Fly not yet" upon the river. Some jealousy of some one s heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted, A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows, PRAED Belle oftlie Ball. 33. LADY. A love-spell upon your being lies, Whose many mystic links may not be broken. Poems by Amelia. 168 34. Ardent in its early tie, Faithful to its latest sigh. ELIZA COOK. 35. MAN. Doth she not watch o er thine every en deavor ? Leans not her heart in warm faith on thine own ? If thou sit doubting and dreaming forever, Too late thou lt discover that her dream is flown. C. F. HOFFMAN. 35. LADY. Your love is not a fading earthly flower; Its winged seed dropped down from Paradise, And nursed by day and night, by sun and shower, Doth momently to fresher beauty rise. JAMES LOWELL. 36. Uneasy now becomes perforce The inevitable intercourse, Too grateful heretofore : Each in the other can descry The tone constrain d, the alter d eye, They know that each to each can seem No longer as of yore ; And yet, while thus estranged, I deem Each love the other more. Hers is perhaps the saddest heart ; His the more forced and painful part. SOUTHEY Oliver Newman. It 169 37. MAN. Your soul is an enchanted boat, Which like a sleeping swan doth float Upon the waves of her sweet singing. SHELLEY Prometheus Unbound. 37. LADY. One has stirred within your breast, That quick and sudden interest, Which is not easily suppressed. ELIZA COOK Melaia. 38. MAX. You love her, love her certes, As you love all heavenly objects with uplifted eyes and hands, As you love pure inspiration love the graces love the virtues, * In a love content with writing its own name on des ert sands. E. B. BARRETT. 38. LADY. Thine is the mournful joy, that in the dawn Of early love upon the spirit broods ; Till the young heart, grown timid as a fawn, Seeks the still star-light, and the shadowy woods. Poems by Amelia. 39. Think st thou, that I could see the lily s leaves Floating like living things upon the wave, And guess not that the tide did move them thus ? Think st thou, that when the rose s bloom is stirred, I know not that the breeze, with waving breath, Is sweeping o er its rich and blushing leaves ? 15 170 Or, when the wind-harp wakes with thrilling tones, I know not the same breeze, kissing its strings, Doth call its murmurs ? Just as clear to me It is, that love hath touched thy soul ! C. OILMAN The Betrothed. 40. MAN. You must be worthy of her love, For not the faintest shade Of all the charms that round her move, Within your heart can fade. The glances of her gentle eyes Are in your soul inshrined ; Her radiant smiles, her tender sighs, Are treasured in your mind. Raimond de Miraval. 40. LADY. Your lov r e is like the snow-flakes, Which melt before you pass ; Or the bubble in the cup, which breaks Before you lip the glass. PRAED. 41. You turn aside Your face from all humanity, or behold it, Without emotion, like some sea-shelled thing Staring around from a green hollowed rock, Not aiding, loving, caring, hoping aught. HORNE Orion. 42. The deepest sorrow that stem Fate can bring, In all her catalogue of suffering : 171 An eating rust the spirit s direst pain To love, adore, and be beloved again, To know between you lies a gulf, that ever Your forms, your hopes, your destinies must sever. MRS. LEWIS Records of the Heart. 43. There is a dear and precious flower Ingrafted in your bosom s core, Which makes your home an Eden bower, And brings a doubt if heaven has more. ELIZA COOK. 44. MAN. Never gazed the moon Upon the water as you ll stand and read As twere her eyes. Winter s Tale. 44. LADY. Your mind is filled with beauty, and your heart With joy ? Not joy It is not sorrow ; yet almost subdues Your soul to tears, it saddens while it wooes. Your spirit breathes of love. R. H. DANA. 45. Sometimes you are as hopeful as the Spring, And up your fluttering heart is borne aloft, As high and gladsome as the lark at sunrise ; And then, as though the fowler s shaft had pierced it, It comes plumb down with such a dead, dead fall ! TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 172 46. Yours is the love that only lives While the cheek is fresh and red, Yours is love that only thrives Where the pleasure feast is spread ; It burneth sweet and strong, And it sings a merry theme, But the incense and the song Pass like flies upon the stream. ELIZA COOK. 47. Yours is love that keeps A constant watch-fire light, With a flame that never sleeps Through the darkest winter night. ELIZA COOK. 48. Silence eloquent, when heart With heart holds speech, and your mysterious frames Harmonious, sensitive, at every beat Touch the soft notes of love. R. H. DANA. 49. Often when beaming eyes are nigh, And beauty s lips are smiling, And bird-like tones are breathing round The fevered sense beguiling ; You feel this is not what you seek, The soul such mockery spurns, And evermore with aching zeal For one, one being yearns. MRS. SEBA SMITH Sinless Child. 173 50. Within your tender and once tortured heart Doubts gather strength from habit, like disease ; Fears like the needle verging to the pole Tremble, and tremble into certainty. LANDOR Gcbir. 51. MAN. Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you re doing In her cheek s pale hue ? All her life with sorrow strewing, Wed, or cease to woo ! CAMPBELL. 51. LADY. Your heart is frozen up, nor can warm prayers, Thaw it to any softness. JAMES SHIRLEY The Coronation. 52. You know you love in vain, strive against hope ; Yet in this captious and intenable sieve, You still pour in the waters of your love, And lack not to lose still : thus, Indian like, Religious in your error, you adore The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, But knows of him no more. All s Well that ends Well. 53. So inconsistent still is love ! You writhe beneath a piercing smart, 174 Yet shun the hand that would remove With pious care the rankling smart. CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH Convent Bell. 54. Thou know st not the meekness of love, How it suffers, arid yet can be still ; How the calm on its surface may prove What sorrow the bosom may fill. No, thine is a transient shock Of feeling, less tender and kind ; Like the dash of the wave on the rock, It leaves not a vestige behind. MRS. ELLIS. 55. MAN. You are now sailed into the North of your lady s opinion, where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman s beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt either of valor or policy. Twelfth Night. 55. LADY. Gone out of your keeping ! Lost past recovery, right and title to it, And all given up ! And he that s owner on t, Is fit to wear it ; were it fifty hearts You d give it to him all ! KNOWLES The Hunchback. 56. It is not absence you should dread, For absence is the very air In which, if sound at root, the heart Shall wave most wonderful and fair ! MILNES The Book of Friendship. 175 57. A young fresh heart, one That Cupid has not toyed with, and a warm one, Fresh, young, and warm ! KNOWLES The Hunchback. 58. MAN. You have a kindred being sought, Have searched with restless care For that true, earnest wo man- soul, Among the bright and fair. You may not rest, you feel for you One such your God creates, Whose maiden soul in quietude On your call meekly waits. MRS. SEBA SMITH The Sinless Child. 58. LADY. Your eye is moist yet that may be for pity; Your hand doth tremble, that may be for fear ; Your cheek is covered o er with blushes, Oh what can that be for ? KNOWLES Virginius. 59. You forsooth in love ! you that have been love s whip ; A very beadle to a humorous sigh ; A critic, nay, a night-watch constable, A domineering pedant o er the boy, The senior-junior, giant-dwarf, dan Cupid ? Go to ; it is a plague That Cupid doth impose for your neglect Of his almighty, dreadful little might ! Love s Labor Lost. 176 60. I see them sitting by each other s side In the heart s silent secrecy ! I hear The breath of meditation from their souls ; They speak ; a soft subduing tenderness, Born of devotion, innocence, and bliss, Steals from their bosoms in a silver voice, That makes a pious hymning melody. JOHN WILSON. 61. A new life, like a young sunrise, breaks On the strange unrest of the night. BROWNING A Blot on the Scutcheon. 62. You will do penance for contemning love, Whose high imperious thoughts will punish you With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ; For in revenge of your contempt of love, Love will chase sleep from your enthralled eyes, And make them watchers of your own heart s sgrrow. Two Gentlemen of Verona. 63. You love you never told me so ; I never asked I could not doubt it ; For there are signs on cheek and brow ; And asking ! Love is known without it ! PRAED. 64. You have not been hit By Cupid s arrow, you have Dian s wit, From love s weak, childish bow you live unharmed ; 177 You will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes. Romeo and Juliet. 65. The world has lost its bright illusions. One by one The masks have gone ; the lights burnt out : The music dropped into silence, and you stand alone In the dark halls, and hear no sound of life, Save the monotonous beating of your heart. LONGFELLOW Spanish Student. 66. Interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies ; you have seemed to be together though absent; em braced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. Winter s Talc. i 67. A constant impulse, hidden in sweet smiles, And perfect love, that thinks not of itself ; Constant, contented, sphered beyond fresh hopes. HOME Orion. 68. Matched with one If not in genius yet in sympathy; Each reverencing what the other reverences, each Still loving what the other loves ; Your hopes, your aspirations, your desires, Your plans and projects for the year to come, Akin, if not identical. JOHN HOME The Dream of Life. 69. MAN. You love pretty women with a poet s feeling, And when a boy, in day dream, and in song, 178 Have knelt you down, and worshipped them, alas ! They never thanked you for t but let that pass. HALLECK Fanny. 69. LADY. Sister, since I met thee last, On thy brow a change hath past ; In the softness of thine eyes, Deep and still, a shadow lies ; From thy voice there thrills a tone, Never lo thy childhood known ; Through thy soul a storm hath moved, Gentle sister, thou hast loved! HEMANS. 70. Within that heavy heart of thine, Love s thrilling pulse is ever leaping ; So ebbs and flows the eternal brine, Though winds lie calm, and earth is sleeping ! And o er the gloom thy soul which shrouds, Hope like a star her watch is keeping ; So sits the Iris mid the clouds, And all the landscape smiles though weeping. SlLLERY. 71. Rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, And like a dew-drop from the lion s mane Be shook to air. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. 72. Hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng ; 179 And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! COLKRIDGE Genevieve. 73. How shall we name Thy passion ice-pure, self-entire, exacting All worship, for a limited return ? HORNE Orion. 74. Once did you weep and groan, Drink tears, draw loathed breath, And all for love of one, Who did affect your death. But now, thanks to disdain, You live relieved of pain, For sighs you singing go, You burn not as before, no, no, no, no ! DRUMMOND. 7o. MAX. Were you crowned the most imperial mon arch, Thereof most worthy ; were you the fairest youth That ever made eye swerve ; had force, and knowl edge, More than was ever man s, you would not prize them Without her love. Winter s Tale. 75. LADY. When he is absent you are full of thought, And fruitful in expression inwardly, And fresh, and free, and cordial is the flow 180 Of your ideal and unheard discourse, Calling him in your heart endearing names, Familiarly fearless. But, alas ! No sooner is he present, than your thoughts Are breathless, and bewitched, and stunted so In force and freedom, that you ask yourself Whether you think at all, or feel, or live, So senseless are you ! TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 76. MAN. Two ladies on the summit of your mind Their station take to hold discourse of love : Virtue and courtesy adorn the one, With modesty and prudence in her train ; Beauty and lively elegance the other, With every winning grace to do her honor. And you, thanks to your sweet and sovereign lord, Enamored of the two, their slave remain. Beauty and virtue each address the mind, And doubts express if loyal heart can rest Between the two, in perfect love divided. The fountain of true eloquence replies, Both may be loved ; Beauty to yield delight, And Virtue to excite to generous deeds. DANTE. 76. LADY. That life may be more comfortable yet, And all your joys refined, sincere, and great, You ll love two friends, whose company will be A great advance to your felicity. POMFRET. YOUR HOME. Oh best of all the scattered spots that lie In sea or lake apple of landscape s eye! Jy> m J bright waters, joy; your master s come Laugh, every dimple on the cheek of Home. LEIGH HUNT Catullus. One small spot Where my tired mind may rest and call it Home. There is a rnagic in that little word ; It is a mystic circle that surrounds Comforts and virtues never known beyond The hallowed limit. SOUTHEY Hymn to the Penates. Our abode The tabernacle of our earthly joys And sorrows, hopes and fears, this Home of ours, Is it not pleasant 1 MOULTRIE The Dream of Life. And where," (cries some one) "is this blessed spot 1 May I behold it ? May I gain admittance ?" Yes, with a thought as we do. LEIGH HUNT. 16 SHALL I PREDICT WHERE OR WHAT WILL BE YOUR HOME? SEE a small old-fashioned room, With pannelled wainscot high ; Old portraits round in order set, Carved heavy tables, chairs, buffet Of dark mahogany. And there a high-backed, hard settee, On six brown legs and paws, Flowered o er with silk embroidery ; And there, all rough with fillagree, Tall screens, on gilded claws. MRS. SOUTHEY. 2. Seest thou yon lonely cottage in the grove, With little garden neatly planned before, Its roof deep shaded by the elms above, Moss-grown, and decked with velvet verdure o er ? Go lift the willing latch, the scene explore, Sweet peace, and love, and joy, thou there shalt find, For there religion dwells, whose sacred lore Leaves the proud wisdom of the world behind, And pours a heavenly ray on every human mind. D. HUNTING-TON. 28 184 3. The blushing apricot, and woolly peach Hang on thy walls, that every child may reach, And though thy walls be of the country stone, They re reared by no man s labor, no man s groan. BEN. JONSON. 4. Beside you rush the waters wild, Loud murmuring on their way ; Before the door a garden smiles, With flowrets ever gay. MRS. ELLIS. 5. I behold A square-built house, by jealous walls and gates (Inclosing in its front an ample court) Shut out, and barricaded from the street. A proud, aristocratic hall it seems, Not courting but discouraging approach, Save from a favored few. JOHN MOULTRIE The Dream of Life. 6. The sun lies on your door-sill, where your book You daily read, and fit your line and hook, Or shape your bow. R. H. DANA The Buccaneer. 7. The tiptoe traveller peeping through the boughs, O er your low wall, shall bless the pleasant house. That house shall be of stone, more wide than high, With sward up to the path, and elm-trees nigh ; A good old country lodge, half hid with blooms Of honeyed green, and quaint with straggling rooms, 185 A few of which, white-bedded, and well swept, For friends, whose names endear them, shall be kept. LEIGH HUNT. 8. In the vast city, with its peopled homes, And hearts all full of an immortal life, Thousands and tens of thousands beating there ; Strangers from different lands, of every hue, And tribe, and nation congregating there ; Seamen, the sport of many a distant wave, And busy merchants hurrying to and fro, And curious travellers, with thoughtful mien ; Grave men of wealth, and inexperienced youth, Learning his lesson from the sordid page. MRS. ELLIS. 9. Into a forest far they thence him led, Where was their dwelling, in a pleasant glade, With mountains round about environed, And mighty woods, which did the valley shade, And like a stately theatre it made, Spreading itself into a spacious plain ; And in the midst a little river played Amongst the pumy stones, which seemed to plain With gentle murmur, that his course they did restrain. Beside the same a dainty place there lay, Planted with myrtle- trees, and laurels green, In which the birds sang many a lovely lay, Of God s high praise, and of their sweet love s teen, As it an earthly paradise had been ; 186 In whose inclosed shadows there was pight A fair pavilion scarcely to be seen. SPENSER. 10. Round the room are shelves of dainty lore, And rich old pictures hang upon the walls Where the slant light falls on them ; and wrought gems, Medallions, rare mosaics, and antiques From Herculaneum, the niches fill ; And on a table of enamel, wrought With a lost art in Italy, do lie Prints of fair women, and engravings rare, And a ne\v poem, and a costly toy; And in their midst a massive lamp of bronze Burning sweet spices constantly. N. P. WILLIS The Wife s Appeal. 11. A cottage known to shepherd s ken, Those who look once stay to look twice again ; Fruit-trees behind it raise a fragrant screen, Half concealed a rivulet sings. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 12. Yes, there thou art, behind -the hill, By waving poplars circled still, Old house ! that time hath deigned to spare Mid sunny slopes, and gardens fair. The woodbine through the casement peeping, The pampered cat on cushion sleeping, 187 The pleasant haunt with books o erspread, The antique chairs, the curtained bed By housewife s patient needle wrought. MRS. SIGOURNEY Scenes in my Native Land. 13. At the town s end There is a neat and unpretending house, Which you approach through a low wooden gate, Beneath an arch of laurel ; a small porch Of trellis-work, with odorous jassamine, And most luxuriant clematis intwined, Shelters the expectant visitor, whose knock Is yet unanswered. JOHN MOULTRIE The Dream of Life. 14. Your little cottage stands Half hid in climbing green ; Spreading along the jagged eaves And o er its roof tis seen. Before it are a few meek flowers, Yet garden there is none, But grass with flowers, as Art at first His toil had then begun ; Then shamed by Nature, fled and left These flowrets to her hand, That hence to wild flowers changing seem Where mid the grass they stand. WM. W. LORD. 15. There by a brook, cowers alow edifice, With honeysuckled wall, and ivied roof, K. 188 A warm, safe nest, in which two mortal mice Might slumber through existence, far aloof From city folks, whose sickly looks give proof That whatsoe er is theirs, thou, Health, art not. ELLIOTT. 16. You ll choose a grassy swale In which your wigwam frame to make, Sheltered by crags from northern gale, Shaded by boughs save towards the lake. The red-bird s nest above it swino-s, t> The ma-ma-twa there often sings, There too, when Spring is backward, first Her shrinking blossoms safely burst, And there, when Autumn s leaf is sere, Some flowers will stay the loitering year. C. F. HOFFMAN Vigil of Faith. 17. Now doth a splendid city rise to view, With carts, and cars, and coaches, roaring all ; Wide poured abroad behold the giddy crew, See how they dash along from wall to wall ; At every door, hark, how they thundering call ! THOMSON Castle of Indolence. 18. No other home is thine, than where the wood Winds her green tresses o er the golden bank, Under whose edge the wild brook leaps along Like a mad courser, running to the sea. ELLERY CHANNING. 189 19. " Lo, a house, An elegant villa in the Grecian style ! JOHN WILSON. 20. I see the happy murmuring rill, The white cot bowered beneath the pastoral hill ! On April nights, there after sparkling showers The dewy gems betray the cradled flowers, As if some sylphid, starting from its bed, In the rathe blossom, by the mortal s tread, Had left behind its pearly coronal. The Neio Timon. 21. Without strife You settle to a country life, And in a sweet retirement there, Cherish all hope but banish fear ; Offending none, so for defence Armed cap-a-pee with innocence. You will dispose of your time thus, To make it more propitious : First your God served, you doe commend The rest to some choice book or friend, And that your body health comprise, Use too some moderate exercise. EARL OF WESTMORLAND My Happy Life. 22. His castle has a pleasant seat : the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses The guest of Summer, 190 The temple -haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven s breath Smells wooingly here. No jutty frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage,* but this bird, Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle. Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate. Macbeth. 23. Seest thou thy home ? tis where yon woods are waving In their dark richness, to the Summer air ; Where yon blue stream a thousand flower -banks lav ing Leads down the hills a vein of light, tis there ! There, in sweet strains of kindred music blending, All the home-voices meet at day s decline ; One are those tones, as from one heart ascending, There laughs thy home ! HEMANS Songs of Hue. Affections. 24. Not rudely built that ancient hall, whose doors Held widely open by the unsparing hand Of active charity, give amplest welcome. Nor unadorned around with graceful trees, Whose music all the seasons through is heard Within the cheerful mansion. ELLERY CHANNING Edward and Margaret. * Convenient corners. 191 25. The city s smoke, the noxious air, The constant crowd, the torches glare, The morning sleep, the noonday call, The late repast, the midnight ball. PRAED. 26. Oh bright is that home when the Spring-time returns, And brighter than all, when the evening fire burns, When snow falls around you, and comfort within Tells the time when the pleasures of Winter begin. MRS. ELLIS. 27. Ah this is your dwelling, a peaceful abode, Where the flower-twined porch draws all eyes from the road, Where roses and jasmines embower the door, That never is closed to the way-worn and poor. ELIZA COOK. 28. A noble range it is of many a rood, Walled, and tree-girt, and ending in a wood. A small sweet house o erlooks it from a nest Of pines, all wood and garden is the rest, Lawn and green lane, and covert, and a-near A winding stream about it, glad and clear ; With here and there a swan, the creature born To be the only graceful shape of scorn. The flower-beds all are liberal of delight, Roses in heaps are there, both red and white ; Lilies angelical, and gorgeous glooms Of wall-flowers, and blue hyacinths, and blooms 192 Hanging their clusters from light boughs, in short All the sweet cups to which the bees resort ; With plots of grass, and leafier walks between Of red geranium, and of jessamine ; And orange, whose Avarm leaves so finely suit, And look as if they shade a golden fruit ; And midst the flowers, turfed round, with softened haze, Mid darksome pines, a babbling fountain plays, Or twixt their shafts you see the waters bright Which through the tops glimmer with showering light. LEIGH HUNT Rimini. 29. Amid the city, The great humanity which beats Its life along the stony streets, Like a strong unsunned river In a self-made course, is ever Rolling on, rolling on ! You sit and hear it as it rolls, That flow of souls, Made up of many tones that rise Each to each as contraries ! E. B. BARRETT Tlie Soul s Traveller. 30. It is a valley filled without sweetest sounds, A languid music haunting everywhere, Like that with which a Summer eve abounds, From rustling corn, and song-birds calling clear, 193 Down sloping uplands, which some wood surrounds, With tinkling rills, just heard, but not too near, And low of cattle on the distant plain, And peal of far-off bells now caught, now lost again. THOMAS MILLER. 31. A little peaceful refuge, Far from the noise of the tumultuous city. Within an ancient forest s ample verge, There stands the lonely but the healthful dwelling, Built for convenience, and the use of life. Around it fallow meads and pastures fair, A little garden, and a limpid brook, By nature s own contrivance seem disposed. No neighbors, but a few poor simple clowns, Honest and true, and a well-meaning priest. ROWE Jane Shore. 32. A fairy glen, a honeysuckle bower, The blackbird s latest note is lingering there ! In it, as in a shrine, a modest pair Are seated. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 33. Your home Hath a temptation You shall go in, and by your cheerful fire Wait for the offices of love, and hear Accents of human tenderness. N. P. WILLIS. 17 194 34. A deep vale Near a clear lake, margined by fruits of gold And whispering myrtles, glassing softest skies, As cloudless, save with rare and roseate shadows, As I would have thy fate ! A palace lifting to eternal Summer Its marble walls, from out a glossy bower Of coolest foliage musical with birds, Whose songs shall syllable thy name. BULWER Lady of Lyons. 35. A green and silent spot amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! Oh tis a quiet spirit healing nook, Which all methinks would love ! Be grateful, that through nature s quietness And solitary musings, all the heart Is softened, and made worthy to indulge Love and the thoughts that yearn for human kind. SOUTHS Y. 36. Low is your pretty cot; the tallest rose Peeps at the chamber window. One can hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, The sea s faint murmur. In the open air The myrtles blossom, and across the porch Thick jasmines twine ; the little landscape round Is green and woody, and relieves the eye. It is a spot which you may aptly call The valley of Seclusion. COLERIDGE. 195 37. Oh, sweetly is bedecked your bower, and gorgeously your halls ; Here treads the foot on springing buds, and there on velvet falls. The massy curtains graceful flow, the vase, the paint ing warm, Those household echoes, mirrors bright, revealing the fair form ; Exotics that perfume the air, with odors sweet and strange, And shells that far in foreign climes mid ocean won ders range, With countless gifts of taste and art, in classic beauty rife, Are laid upon your homestead shrine, and grace your daily life. C. GILMAN Merchant s Bride. 38. O er that house there hangs a solemn gloom ; The step falls timid in each gorgeous room, Vast, sumptuous, dreary as some Eastern pile, Where mutes keep watch a home without a smile. Noiseless as silence reigned there, like a law, And the cold luxury saddens into awe, Save when the swell of sombre festival Jars into joy the melancholy hall, As some chance wind in mournful Autumn wrings Discordant notes, although from music-strings. The New Timon. 196 39. There no state chambers in long lines unfold, Bright with broad mirrors, rough with fretted gold ; Yet modest ornament, with use combined, Attracts the eye to exercise the mind. Small change of scene, small space his home requires, Who leads a life of satisfied desires ; Selected shelves shall claim thy studious hours, There shall thy ranging mind be fed on flowers, There, while the shaded lamp s mild lustre streams, Read ancient books, or dream inspiring dreams. ROGERS Epistle to a Friend. 40. Seest thou not the smoke Through those loose branches, rising in a wreath So light, as scarcely hides the leafy stem Round which it twines ? The cottage walls are hid, And though its roof peers upward through the boughs, The close green moss that wraps it almost seems A portion of the forest. Nearer still I see the lattice, and the woodbine sprays, That half would shadow it, if one fond hand Checked not the gadding wreaths. BROWN Bower of Spring. 41. MAN. Thine be a hearth where happy faces meet, When night hath hushed the woods with all their birds ; And there a gentle voice will sound as sweet As antique music linked with household words. HEMANS. i 197 41. LADY. Thy true love shall build thee a bower, Bedecked with many a fragrant flower ; A braver bower thou ne er didst see Than thy true love shall build for thee. Percy s Reliques. 42. A little town of various brick, Irregularly built, nor much adorned By architectural craft, save that indeed As you approach it from the south, a pile Of questionable Gothic lifts its head, With something of a grave collegiate air. MOULTRIE Dream of Life. 43. Though shaggy are the walls and roof With branches intertwined, Yet smooth is all within, air-proof And delicately lined. A hearth is there, and maple dish, And cups in seemly rows, And couch, all ready to a wish For nurture or repose. WORDSWORTH. 44. This abode, Framed for the occupation of content, Looks down upon a valley, where one lake Keceives into its depths some circling hills, Green in the Summer, with majestic growth Of lofty cedars, and time-hallowed oaks, And the gay foliage of the birch and ash. 198 The sudden storms nursed in the mountain s arms, Visit that tranquil landscape in brief kind, Coming with mighty speed, scarce touching there, As if that valley were too fair for violence. ELLERY CHANNING. 45. A cottage far removed. Tis in a glade Where the sun harbors, and one side of it Listens to bees, another to a brook. Lovers that have just parted for the night Dream of such spots when they have said their prayers. LEIGH HUNT 46. Ah me ! it desolately stands Without a roof, the gates fallen from their band, The casements all broke down, no chimney left ! ALLAN RAMSAY Gentle Shepherd. 47. Near tall houses with quaint gables, Where frequent windows shine, And quays that lead to bridges And trees in formal line, And masts of vessels. T. HOOD. 48. It seems like Eden s angel-peopled vale, So bright the sky, so soft the streams do flow. Such tones come riding on the musk- winged gale, The very air seems sleepily to blow ; And choicest flowers enamel every dale, 199 Flushed with the richest sunlight s rosy glow ; It is a valley drowsy with delight, Such fragrance flows around with beauty dims the sight. THOMAS MILLER. 49. It is a shady and sequestered scene, Like those famed gardens of Boccaccio, Planted with his own laurel- evergreen, And roses that for endless Summer blow ; And there are fountain- springs to overflow Their marble basins, and cool green arcades Of tall o er arching sycamores, to throw Athwart the dappled path the dancing shades, With timid coneys cropping the green blades. HOOD Plea of the Midsummer Fairies. 50. Your home is the one that is sought by us still, When the night-clouds of Winter bring darkness and chill, When the ramblers return from their toil or their play, And tell o er the news and the deeds of the day. ELIZA COOK. 51. Near a small village in the West, Where many very worthy people Eat, drink, play whist. PRAED. 52. Your house within the city Is richly furnished with plate and gold ; 200 Basins, and ewers to lave your dainty hands ; Your hangings all of Tyrian tapestry ; Fine linen, Turkey cushions bossed with pearl, Valence of Venice, gold in needle-work, Pewter and brass, and all things that belong To house or house-keeping. Taming of tJie Shrew. 53. Is this the hall? The nettle buildeth bowers Where loathsome toad and beetle black are seen ! Are these the chambers ? Fed by darkest showers The slimy worm hath o er them crawling been ! Is this the home ? The owlet s dreary cry Unto that asking makes a sad reply. NICOLL. 54. At your farm You ll have a hundred milch-kine to the pail, Six score fat oxen standing in your stalls, And all things answerable to this portion. Taming of the Shrew. 55.- A parlor with a window low, An old bow window wide ; A vine grows within it, sweet roses without, And many a flower beside. MRS. ELLIS. 56. Tis the best fashioned and well-ordered thing That ever eye beheld ; and therewithal, The fit attendance by the servants used, 201 The gentle guise in serving every guest In other entertainments, everything About your house so artfully disposed, That even as in a turnspit, (called a jack,) One vice assists another, the great wheels Turning but softly, make the less to whirr About their business, every different part Concurring in one commendable end ; So, in such nice conformance, with rare grace Are all things ordered in your house. G. CHAPMAN The Gentleman Usher, 1GOG. 57. Your hame a hame o happiness And kindly love may be, And monie a nameless dwelling place Like this we still may see. Your happy altar-hearth so bright Is ever bleezing there, And cheerful faces round it met Are an unending prayer. NICOLL. 58. Your dwelling is full fair upon a heath ; With greeny trees yshadowed is his place. CHAUCER Canterbury Tales. 59. A palace beautiful to see ; Marble porched, and cedar chambered, Hung with damask drapery : Bossed with ornaments of silver, Interlaid with gems and gold ; 202 Filled with carvings, from cathedrals Rescued in the days of old : Eloquent with books and pictures, All that luxury can afford ; Warm with statues that Pygmalion Might have fashioned and adored. In the forest glades and vistas Lovely are the light and gloom, Fountains sparkle in the gardens, And exotics breathe perfume. MACKAY The Out-coiner, and the In-goer. YOUR DESTINY. Before thy soul at this deep Lottery Draw forth her prize ordained by Destiny, Know that there s no recanting a first choice ; Choose then discreetly. THOMAS DECKER The Comedy of Forlunatus. "THIS IS THE TIME, INQUIRE YOUR DES TINIES." DRYDEN S VIRGIL. HOU wilt, so rich in intellectual wealth, Blend thought with exercise, with knowledge health. Long in thy sheltered scene of let tered talk, With sober step repeat the pensive walk, Nor scorn when graver triflings fail to please, The cheap amusements of a mind at ease. Thus, every care in sweet oblivion cast, Spend many an Idle hour not idly passed. ROGERS Epistle to a Friend. 2. MAN. You ll marry with a scolding wife The fourteenth of November, She ll make you weary of your life By one unruly member. BURNS. 2. LADY. Beauty, high birth, wealth and a Hero s love. FREDERICA BREMER The Bondmaid. * 18 206 3. You have been wretched, yet The silver shower whose reckless burthen weighs Too heavily upon the lily s head, Oft leaves a saving moisture at the roots. WORDSWORTH. 4. The spell The mightiest upon earth the spell of love, Familiar, mutual, requited love Shall be upon thee ; and its charmed power, Shall at each moment, at a wish, call up More wealth than ever crossed the desert sands, Gems purer, costlier far than Araby s ; Unsunned treasures, from, that richest mine, The human heart ! Poca/wntasBy a Citizen of the West. 5. Fair fortune shines with calm and steady ray Upon the tenor of thy happy way, A future like the past. MRS. NORTON. 6. A contented heart, Peace, competence, and health. Fond friends to love thee dearly, And honest friends to chide, And faithful ones to cleave to thee, Whatever may betide. CAROLINE BOWLES. T. A dream is on my soul ! I see a slumberer crowned with flowers and smiling 207 As in delighted visions, on the brink Of a dread chasm ! HEMANS Vespers of Palermo. 8. Some high or humble enterprise of good Thou lt ponder, till it shall possess thy mind, Become thy study, pastime, rest, and food, And kindle in thy heart a flame refined. Pray Heaven for firmness thy whole soul to bend To this thy purpose to begin, pursue, With thoughts all fixed, and feelings purely kind ; Strength to complete, and with delight review, And grace to give the praise where all is due. CARLOS WILCOX. 9. From a distant stranger-land, You ll come to sit again In the home that sheltered you, Ere ye sailed across the main. * NICOLL. 10. MAN. To wed the earliest loved She who in laughing childhood, and ripe youth Was ever thine with whose advancing thought You grew intwined, and who in time will yield Her maiden coyness, and in mystic band Will link herself to thee, one heart, one life Bind ye together in the innermost soul Either be known to other. H. ALFORD. 208 10. LADY. Friendship shall still thy evening feasts adorn, And blooming peace shall ever bless thy morn. PRIOR. 11. As the bee From flower to flower, so you from land to land, The manners, customs, policy of all Pay contribution to the store you glean ; You ll suck intelligence from every clime, And spread the honey of your deep research On your return. COWPER Task. 12. Your down-bed a pallet, your trinkets a bead, Your lustre, one taper that serves you to read ; Your sculpture, the crucifix nailed by your bed ; Your paintings, one print of the thorn-covered head ; Your cushion, the pavement that wearies your knees ; Your music, the psalm, or the sigh of disease. GERALD GRIFFIN Ballad Poetry of Ireland. 13. Peaceful shalt thou end thy future days, And steal thyself from life by slow decays. POPE. 14. Life and all seasons shall be sweet to thee ; Whether the Summer clothe the genial earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Between the tufts of snow, on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw, whether the eave-drops fall 209 Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the shining moon. COLERIDGE Frost at Midnight. 15. You ll wander amid many skies, Where springs of bitter taste arise, And many leaves once fair and gay, From youth s full flower will drop away ; But as those looser leaves depart, The lessened flower gets near the core, And when deserted quite, the heart Takes closer what was dear of yore. WILIJS Birthday Scenes. 16. You will dare all, and bear all, And let no drop fall ; You will plot and contrive A fortune to hive. SCHILLER. 17. You ll be by goodness crowned, Revered though not renowned. SPRAGUE. 18. When joy s bright sun has shed his evening ray, And hope s delusive meteors cease to play, When clouds on clouds the smiling prospect close, Still thfougli the gloom thy star serenely flows. CAMPBELL. 18* -* 210 19. MAN. That which Alexander sighed for, That which Caesar s soul possessed, That which heroes, kings have died for, Glory ! MONTGOMERY. 19. LADY. Silent as one who treads on new-fallen snow Shall love come on thee ere thou art aware. JAMES LOWELL. 20. Love in a hut, with water and a crust. KEATS. 21. A cheerful friend shall bring thee cheerful news. HOWITT. 22. Calm wedded affection, that home-rooted plant, Which sweetens seclusion and smiles in the shade. MOORE. 23. Rivers of plenty will flow in your hand, Your barns be o er-crammed with the fruit of the land. SCHILLER. 24. Thou mayst not set thy foot within thy fields, Thou mayst not pull a sapling from thy hills, Thou mayst not enter thy fair mansion house. HOWITT. 25. You will dwell in lordly houses with gardens all about, And servants to attend you when you go in and out ; ft- 211 You ll have music for the hearing, and pictures for the eye, And exquisite and costly things each sense to gratify. HOWITT. 26. You shall know the wounds invisible, That Love s keen arrows make. As You Like It. 2*7. MAN. While the rivers seek the sea, And while the young stars shine, No woman s love shall light on thee, No woman s heart be thine. HEMANS. 27. LADY. Gladly reconciled To numerous self-denials, you will live, Still struggling on through life s calamities, With cheerful hope. WORDSWORTH Excursion. 28. To sing thy song amidst the stoning crowd, Then stand apart, obscure to man, with God. The poet of the Future knows his place, Though in the Present shady be his seat, And all his laurels deepening but the shade. HORNE Orion. 29. You will plant, you will reap, You will gather and keep. SCHILLER. 212 30. I see the cloud and the tempest near, The voice of the troubled tide I hear, Thy bosom s bark on the surge I see, And, wanderer, thy loved one is there with thee. L. DAVIDSON. 31. MAN. Before you do descend into the grave, You will a small house and large garden have, And a few friends, and many books, both true, Both wise, and both delightful too ! And since Love ne er will from thee flee, A bride too, moderately fair, And good as guardian angels are, Only beloved and loving thee. COWLEY The Wish. 31. LADY. Your home will be A happy one, the centre and the source Of healthful joys, which you will minister Each to the other, or together share ; And you will learn, through mutual self-restraint And mutual joy imparted and received, To love each other dearly. MOULTRTE The Dream of Life. 32. Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy, And always blind, and sometimes tipsy ; Sometimes for years and years together, She ll bless you with the sunniest weather, Bestowing honor, pudding, pence, You can t imagine why or whence ; 213 Then in a moment, Presto, Pass ! Your joys are withered like the grass. PRAED Haunted Tree. 33. Every stride you make Will but remember you, what a deal of world You wander from the jewels that you love. Must you not serve a long apprenticehood To foreign passages ? King Richard Second. 34. A hospitable home, A spirit patient, pious, proud, and free ; A self-respect grafted on innocent thoughts ; Strong days of health, and nights of sleep ; thy toils By danger dignified, yet guiltless ; hopes Of cheerful old age, and a quiet grave, With cross and garland over its green turf, And thy grandchildren s love for epitaph : This do I see. BYRON Manfred. 35. A small inheritance Contenteth you, and is worth a monarchy. You seek not to wax great by others waning, Or gather wealth you care not with what envy ; Sufficeth that you have maintains your state, And sends the poor well pleased from, your gate. Henry Sixth. 36. MAN. A most portentous trial waits thee now, Woman s bright eyes, and dazzling snowy brow ; 214 Eyes of all hue, as Love may chance to raise His black or azure banner in their blaze, And each sweet mode of warfare, from the flash That lightens boldly through the shadowy lash, To the sky -stealing splendors almost hid, Like swords half sheathed, beneath the downcast lid. MOORE Lalla Rookh. 36. LADY. Your course of true love never will run smooth ; For either twill be different in blood, Or else misgrafted in respect of years, Or else twill stand upon the choice of friends ; Or, if there is a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness will lay siege to it. Midsummer Night s Dream. 37. Thou must endure, yet loving all the while, Above, yet never separate from thy kind, Meet every frailty with the gentlest smile, Though to no possible depth of evil blind. This is the riddle thou hast life to solve ; But in the task thou shalt not work alone, For while the worlds about the sun revolve, God s heart and mind are ever with his own. MILNES Palm Leaves. 38. Long years will see thee roaming A sad and weary way, Like traveller tired at gloaming, Of a sultry Summer s day. j 215 But soon a home will greet thee, Though low its portals be, And ready kindness meet thee, And peace that will not flee. PERCIVAL. 39. Oh be thou blest with all that Heaven can send, Long health, long youth, long pleasure and a friend, POPE. 40. How fair life s morn to you! The world is blithe and gay Hope, beckoning with an angel s smile, Leads on the way. MARIA JAMES. 41. There is probation to decree, Many and long must the trials be ; Thou shalt victorious endure If that brow is true, and. those eyes are sure. BROWNING T/ie Duchess. 42. MAN. In some auspicious hour, In some sweet solitude, in some green bower, Whither your fate shall lead you, there unseen, You will behold your fancy s gracious queen, Singing sweet song that you shall hear awhile, Then catch the transient glory of her smile. CRABBE Tales of the Hall. 216 42. LADY. Thou lt bear through sorrow, wrong, and ruth, In thy heart the dew of youth, On thy lips the smile of truth. LONGFELLOW. 43. Courage ! you travel through a darksome cave, But still as nearer to the light you draw, Fresh gales will reach you from the upper air, And wholesome dews of heaven ycfur forehead lave, The darkness lighten more, till full of awe You stand in the open sunshine unaware. R. C. TRENCH. 44. You ll be forgotten as old debts By persons who are used to borrow ; Forgotten as the sun that sets, When shines a new one on the morrow ; Forgotten like a luscious peach, That blessed the school-boy last September ; Forgotten like a maiden speech, Which all men praise and none remember. PRAED. 45. Pursue thy pleasurable way, Safe in the guidance of thy heavenly guard, While melting airs are heard, And soft-eyed cherub forms around thee play. BEATTIE Ode to Spring. 46. Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps your pen; Delightful industry enjoyed at home, 217 And nature, in her cultivated trim, Dressed to your taste, inviting you abroad. COWPER Task. 47. From the height Of Hope I see the landscape, bathed in light ; And where the golden dimness veils the gaze, Guess out the spot, and mark the site of happy days. The New Timon. 48. With peace of mind from goodness given, Thy hope in God, thy heart in heaven, Thy bark is bliss, thy ocean peace. The rock to which thy spirit clings The everlasting King of kings. SILLERY Royal Mariner. 49. Contented will thy easy moments fly, Each thought a wing to lift them to the sky. GEORGE LUNT Age of Gold. 50. Sunrise will come next ! The shadow of the night is passed away ! Here begins your true career. Look up to it ! All now is possible The glory and the grandeur of each dream, And every prophecy shall be fulfilled. BROWNING burla. 51. Hymen doth only wait An opportunity to light his torch, Which will burn glorious at your nuptials. JAMES SHIRLEY The Traitor. 218 52. Scarce a room beneath, your roof unmarked By some distinction of remembered joy ; Of friends, whose visits though too much like those Of angels, passing short and far between, Almost like those of angels gladden you ; Of pleasant and endearing intercourse With neighbors whom you love ; of home content, Enlivened by those studies and pursuits, Which purify and strengthen, while they soothe The weary mind. JOHN MOULTRIE The Dream of Life. 53. How shall you live ? In earnestness. What shall you do ? Work earnestly. What shall you give ? A willingness. What shall you gain ? Tranquillity. ELLERY CHANNING. 54. From this time forth A cry is in thy heart, a trumpet call That sounds a summons to the rescue. See If thou obey it not ! TAYLOR Edwin the Fair. 55. To germinate, develop, radiate, And like a star go out, and leave no mark Save a high memory. HORNE Orion. 219 56. All will be well, Much happiness will be thy portion yet. Love will be with thee breathing his native air, And peace around thee, through the power of love. TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. PART SECOND. FAVORITE WALK, LIKES AND DESIRES, AVERSIONS, TREES AND BLOSSOMS, BIRDS, POETS, .- PAGE 223 243 257 267 283 301 WHEN OR WHERE IS YOUR FAVORITE WALK ? For thee, seek thou Solitude, but neither in excess nor morosely ; For there, separate from a crowd, the still small voice will talk with thee. There as thou walkest by the sea, beneath the gentle stars, Many kindling seeds of good will sprout within thy soul. Pass on, pass on ! for this is the path of wisdom : God make thee prosper on the way : I leave thee well with Soli tude. TUPPER Proverbial Philosophy. WHEN OR WHERE IS YOUR FAVORITE; WALK? MID thick trees, which reaching round about In shady blessing, stretch their old arms out, With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks To lie and read in, sloping into brooks, Where at her drink, you startle the slim deer/ Retreating lightly with a lovely fear ; Where all about, the birds keep leafy house, And sing and dart within and out the boughs ; And all about, a lovely sky of blue Clearly is felt, or down the leaves laughs through ; While bowering leaves hang o er, to which the eye Looks up^ half sweetly or half awfully, Places of nestling green, for Poets made, Where when the sunshine strikes a yellow shade, The rugged trunks to inward peeping sight, Throng in dark pillars up the gold green light. LEIGH HUNT Rimini. 226 2. Through all your childhood s walks, the lane, the grove, Along the silvery rill to slowly move, Mingling your hope s bright lights with softening shades That memory throws mong hill-tops, streams, and glades. R. H. DANA. j 3. On some mild eve when woods are sappy, And the early moths have sprung To life, from many a breathing sheath Woven the warm boughs beneath, While small birds say to themselves What shall soon be actual song. BROWNING Bells and Pomegranates. 4. Where tween two winding hills that close the vale, The watery landscape lies, and seems to join The bending sky ; while far around, the clouds Hasten to hang their golden canopy, Lit by the sun s last smile. ISAAC WILLIAMS The Mountain Home. 5. In the forest, Where sloping up the darkest glades, The moon has drawn her colonnades, Upon whose floor the verdure fades To a faint silver. E. B. BARRETT Vision of Poets. 6. Up the craggy cliff you love to climb, When all in mist the world below is lost. 227 What dreadful pleasure ! there to stand sublime Like shipwrecked mariner on desert coast, And view the enormous waste of vapor, tost In billows, lengthening to the horizon round, Now scooped in gulfs, with mountains now embossed. BEATTIE Minstrel. 7. A narrow pathway through a tangled wood, Where in unbroken mass, above your head, The canopy of woven boughs is spread, So closely blended, that the noontide ray Dies like the glance of faint departing day. CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH. 8. When a starlight sky is overhead, A quiet breeze around, And the flowers a thrilling fragrance shed, And the waves a soothing sound. PRAED Red Fisherman. 9. When the Spring-wind, like a dancing psaltress* passes Over earth s breast to waken it ; rare verdure Buds here and there upon rough banks, between The withered tree-roots, and the cracks of frost, Like a smile striving with a wrinkled face. The grass grows bright, the boughs are swoll n with blooms, Like chrysalids, impatient for the air. The shining dorrs are busy, loetles run 228 Along the furrows, ants make their ado. Above, birds fly in merry flocks, and one Soars up, and up, shivering for very joy. God renews his ancient rapture. BROWNING-^- Paracelsus. 10. On the green land where your daily Steps in jocund childhood played ; Dimpled close with hill and valley, Dappled very close with shade ; Summer snow of apple blossoms, running up from glade to glade. E. B. BARRETT Tlie Lost Bower. 11. By a shore where beetling cliffs O erhang the breaking spray, While pure white sands beneath Border a breezy bay. H. ALFORD. 12. Beneath a fringe of dewy leaves, That droop away from many a bended bough, Thou lov st to be on Summer s golden eves, And gaze above Thinking each lustrous star a heavenly shrine For an immortal soul, and wondering which is thine. Poems by Amelia. 13. In that still and holy time, When the glowing sunset seems 229 Like a pathway to a clime, Only seen till now in dreams. R. C. TRENCH. 14. Down the bank With sweet wild roses and thick hazels rank, By an unheeded track your feet may creep Into a shady covert, still and deep, Harbor of flowery fragrance with full tide The river wanders by ; on either side Over their rocks, the merry runnels leap. HENRY ALFORD. 15. JSTeath moss-grown domes, with spiry turrets crown d, Where awful arches make a noonday night, And the dim windows shed a solemn light. POPE Abclard and Eloisa. 16. Pleasant at noon, beside the vocal brook To lay you down, and watch the floating clouds, And shape to fancy s wild similitudes Their ever-varying forms. SOUTHEY. 17. Where sleep the dead in holy ground ; !N"or know you aught so sweet and still, As is the peace which there is found. ISAAC WILLIAMS The Babtistery. 18. Along the winding shores, so richly green, Where, mid his corn-clad fields, the farmer toils, And village after village lifts its spire. FANNY KEMBLE. 230 19. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree s shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap ; Where in their narrow cells forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. GRAY Elegy. 20. In a deep forest, where the night-black spires Of pines begin to swing and breathe a dirge. HORNE Orion. 21. To roam at large the lonely mountain s head, Or, where the maze of some bewildered stream, To deep, untrodden groves your footsteps lead. REATTIE Minstrel. 22. To roam In converse close of those and these, Beneath a long arcade of trees ; Tall trunks stand up on right and left Like columns, in the gloom of night. PRAED Troubathur. 23. Through the valley, where the glittering harebells peep, Where laden bees go droning by, and hum them selves to sleep ; Where all that s bright with bloom and light springs forth to greet the day, And every blade pours incense to the warm and cloudless ray ; Where children come to laugh away their happy Summer hours, K 231 And chase the downy butterfly, or crown themselves with flowers ; Through the valley, through the valley, oh who does not like to bask Amid the fairest beauties, Heaven can give or man can ask ? ELIZA COOK. 24. You love to turn off to a shady walk Close and continuous, fit for lovers talk, And then pursue the stream, and as you tread Onward and onward, o er the velvet bed, Feel on your face an air, watery and sweet, And a new sense in your soft-lighting feet. LEIGH HUNT Rimini. 25. At the twilight hour, When shadows gather round, And softer sings the little bird And insect from the ground : You feel that this within the heart Must be the hour of prayer, For earth in its deep quietude Doth own its Maker there. MRS. SMITH Sinless Child. 26. Down by the wood, When daylight is breaking, And the first breath of dawn The green leaves is shaking, 232 Tis bliss without limit Alone to be straying, To hear the wild woodbirds And what they are saying. ROBERT NICOLL. 27. While the sun his crimson radiance showers, And stars the green night of the woods with flowers, That hung like rubies, on each trembling thorn, Outshine the myriad opals of the morn. Now take thy lonely walk of ecstacy ! ELLIOTT Young Devotee. \ 28. Your earliest steps have wandered from the green and fertile land, Down where the clear blue ocean rolled, to pace the rugged strand ; You proudly flung the proffered bribe and gilded toy away, To gather up the salt sea-weed, or dabble in the spray ; You shouted to the distant crew, or launched your mimic bark, You met the morning freshness there, and lingered till the dark ; And still your soul is as it was, and as it e er will be, Loving and wild as what it loves, the curbless, mighty sea ! ELIZA COOK. 233 29. la Love s most holy hour, When silence sits o er earth and sky, And moonlight flings on turf and tower A spell of deeper witchery. And in the stillness, and the shade, All things and colors seem to fade, And the garden-queen, the blushing rose Has bowed its head in soft repose, And weary zephyr has gone to rest, In the flowery grave he loves the best. PRAED. 30. To muse along the water s side, Where buoyant vessels go, Like living things adown the tide, And skiffs dart to and fro. MRS. LEWIS Records of the Heart. 31 . Face to face with the true mountains, Standing silently and still, Drawing strength for fancy s dauntings From the air about the hill, And from Nature s open mercies, and most debonaire good will. E. B. BARRETT. 32. To rove Beneath the precipice, o erhung with pine, And see, on high, amid the encircling grove, From cliff to cliff the foaming torrent shine ; 20* 234 While waters, woods, and winds, in concert join, I And echo swells the chorus to the skies. BE ATTI E Minstrel. 33. In a bright and cheerful afternoon, Towards the end of a sunny month of June, When the north-wind congregates in crowds The floating mountains of the silver clouds From the horizon and the stainless sky Opens beyond them like eternity. SHELLEY. 34. To wander down the wooded dells That slope into the sea, and sit thee down On piles of rocks, in a most private place, Not without melody of ancient stream Down-dropping from steep sides of brightest moss, And tumbling onwards, through the dark ravine, While the lithe branches of the wizzard elm Dangle athwart the deep blue crystalline. H. ALFORD. 35. When the moon, lifting her silver rim Above a cloud, and with a gradual swim, Comes into the Jplue heavens with all her light. KEATS. 36. Where the silver noon, into a winding dell, With slanting gleam athwart the forest top, Tempered like golden evening, feebly falls 235 With green and glowing light, like that which drops From folded lilies in which glow-worms dwell. SHELLEY. 37. Through the streets Of a huge, buzzing, dense metropolis, Slowly, in teeming thoroughfares, to walk One of the people, hearing with their ears, Beholding with their eyes, and in their thought Divining. MACKAY Voices from the Mountains. 38. When The rawish dank of clumsy winter ramps The fluent Summer s vein ; and drizzling sleet Chilleth the wan bleak cheek of the numb d earth ; While snarling gusts nibble the juiceless leaves From the nak d shuddering branch, and peels the skin From oft the soft and delicate aspects. 0, now rnethinks this sullen, tragic scene Would suit the time with pleasing congruence ! JOHN MARSTON Antonio s Revenge. 39. When twilight hours, like birds, glide by As lightly and as free ; Ten thousand stars are in the sky, Ten thousand on the sea ; For every wave with dimpled face That leaps upon the air, Has caught a star in its embrace And held it trembling there. Poems by Amelia. 20 ~~ 236 40. By the old ruin Where the owl hoots by day, and the toad is sun proof ; Where no singing-birds build, and the trees gaunt and gray As in stormy sea-coasts, appear blasted one way. E. B. BARRETT T/k Lay of the Brown Rosary. 41. In Winter, mid the glittering banks Heaped of unspotted snow Charmed by the neat severity of frost. W. E. CHANNING Edward and Margaret. 42. Through weeds, and thorns, and matted underwood To force your way ; now climb, and now descend O er rocks or bare or mossy ; with wild foot Crushing the purple whorts, while oft, unseen, Hurrying along the drifted forest leaves, The scared snake rustles. Onward still to toil And know not, ask not whither. A new joy Lovely as light, sudden as Summer gust, And gladsome as the first-born of the Spring Beckons you on. COLERIDGE. 43. Where the moon, o er some dark hill ascendant, Grows from a little edge of light To a full orb. WORDSWORTH. 44. On a noble morn, When dews hang thick on the fringed thorn, 237 And the frost shrinks back like a beaten hound, Under the steaming, steaming ground. When the billowy clouds flow sweeping by, And leave you alone in the clear gray sky. BARRY CORNWALL. 45. Where soft Dance the breeze-ridden ripples to the shore, Tipped with the silver sparkles of the moon. Where breaking waves play low upon the beach Their constant music, while the air beside Is still as starlight. N. P. WILLIS. 46. When here and there a solitary star Flushes the darkening firmament of June. CAMPBELL Gertrude of Wyoming. 47. A walk beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory : Nor moon nor stars are out, They do not dare to tread so soon about, Though trembling, in the footsteps of the sun. The light is neither night s nor day s, but one Which, life-like, hath a beauty in its doubt ; And silence s impassioned breathings round Seem wandering into sound. E. B. BARRETT Seaside walk. 48. Down the smooth stream to stray, and see it tinged Upon each brink, with all the gorgeous hues, The yellow, red, or purple of the trees, 238 That singly, or in tufts, or forests thick, Adorn the shores. CARLOS WILCOX. 49. When placid evening steals, After the lurid storm, like a sweet form Of fairie, following a perturbed shape Of giant terror, that in darkness strode. Slow sinks the lord of day ; the clustering clouds More ardent burn, confusion of rich hues, Crimson, and gold, and purple, bright inlay Their varied edges, till before the eye, As their last lustre fades, small silver stars Succeed, and twinkling, each in its own sphere, Thick as the frosts, unnumbered spangles strew The slowly paling heavens. W. L. BOWLES The Spirit of Discovery. 50. By the cliff-bounded sea ! When it is Summer noon, And all the land is still, But on the water s face The merry breeze is playing, Whitening a chance wave here and there : And the dipping sea-birds Sport, and scream around ; And numberless white sails Spot the pleasant water It is a sight of joy That makes the bosom full ! H. ALFORD. 239 51. When twilight lets her dewy mantle fall, Thou goest forth, in hallowed time of even, While in the glowing west, all dark and still, The trees stand motionless ; and on the wall Of the blue east, the moon climbs up the hill And all is hushed, save haply the sweet call Of some chance nestling bird, or falling rill, With mountains listening near, majestic, dark and still. ISAAC WILLIAMS The Baptistery. 52. In a great city, when the silent stars Steal out so gladsome, through the dark blue heavens, All undisturbed by any restless noise Sent from the domes and spires, that lie beneath Hushed as the clouds of night. JOHN WILSON City of the Plague. 53. By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea. Midsummer Night s Dream. 54. When the dapple gray coursers of the morn, Beat up the light with their bright silver hoofs And chase it through the sky. JOHN MARSTON Antonio s Revenge. 55. When the moon hath comforted the night, And set the world in silver of her light, The planets, asterisms, and whole state of Heaven In beams of gold descending. GEORGE CHAPMAN Byron s Conspiracy. 240 56. The very inmost heart Of an old wood where the green shadows close Into a rich, clear, summer darkness round, A luxury of gloom ! Scarce doth one ray, Even when a soft wind parts the foliage, steal O er the bronzed pillars of the deep arcade ; Or if it doth tis with a mellowed hue Of glow-worm colored light. HEMANS Scenes and Hymns of Life. 57. Where a crowd of glancing vessels shine Filled with the young and gay, and pennants wave, And sails, at distance, beautifully swell To the light breeze, or pass like butterflies Amid the smoking steamers. W. L. BOWLES ItanweZ/ Hill. 58. Where the gazer sees Towers, and white steeples o er the trees, Mansions that peep from leafy bowers, And villas gay with shrubs and flowers ; The gentle objects near at hand, The distant-flowing, bold, and grand. HILLHOUSE Sachem s Wood. 59. When the Sun, Eternal Painter, now begins to rise, And limn the heavens in vermillion dye ; And having dipt his pencil, aptly framed Already in the color of the morn, 241 With various temper he doth mix in one Darkness with light ; and drawing curiously Straight golden lines quite through the dusky sky, A rough draught of the day he seems to yield, With red and tawny on an azure field. A uthor Unknown Pastoral. 60. Early in Autumn, at first winter- warning, When the stag has to break with his foot, of a morning, A drinking-hole, out of the fresh tender ice, That covers the pond, till the sun in a trice Loosening it, lets out a ripple of gold, And another, and another, and faster and faster, Till dimpling to blindness the wide water rolls. BROWNING Duchess. 61. You ll seek the swarded circle, into which the lime- walk brings you, Whence the beeches, rounding greenly, stand away in reverent fear, Where you let no music enter, saving what the foun tain sings you, Which the lilies round the basin may seem pure enough to hear. E. B. BARRETT Lady Geraldine s Courtship. 62. By the rushy fringed bank Where grows the willow. MILTON Comus. WHAT DO YOU LIKE OR DESIRE ? Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their body s force, Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill, Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse. SHAKSPEARE Sonnets. WHAT DO YOU LIKE OR DESIRE ? walk together to the Kirk, And all together pray, While each to his Great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay. COLERIDGE Ancient Mariner. 2. To nourish special locks of vowed care. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 3. Bracelets of hair, rings, gauds, conceits, Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweethearts. Midsummer Nig/it s Dream. 4. A cucumber, while costly yet and scarce. COWPER Task, 5. It is a worthy edifying sight, And gives to human kind peculiar grace, To see kind hands attending day and night, With tender ministry from place to place. Some prop the head, some from the pallid face 24G Wipe off the faint cold dews, weak nature sheds ; Some reach the healing draught ; the whilst to chase The fear supreme, around their softened beds, Some holy men by prayer all opening Heaven dispreds. THOMSON Castle of Indolence. 6. The tender fawn s Long delicate limbs, light tread, and arching neck. MRS. GILMAN The Young Heroine of Stono. 7. Leaves And delicate blossoms, and the painted flowers, Everything that bendeth to the dew, And stirreth to the daylight. WILLIS. 8. Some pigeons Davy ; a couple of short-legged hens ; a joint of mutton ; and any pretty little tiny kick shaws, tell the cook. Henry Fourth. 9. To you a cross all rudely made Beneath the giant pine-tree s shade, Most solemn words can say. LORD JOHN MANNERS. 10. The good old rule the simple plan That he should take who has the power, And he should keep who can. WORDSWORTH. 247 11. Oh, it were sweet for our country to die! How softly reposes Warrior youth on his bier, wet by the tear of his love; Wet by a mother s warm tear ; they crown him with garlands of roses, Weep, and then joyously turn bright where he triumphs above. PERCIVAL. ! 12, At eve to sail On the broad river with a favoring gale. CRABBE. 13. The placid look Of one who leans upon a closed book. KEATS. 14. In sweet silence to retrace A pleasant day, upon a couch of ease. KEATS. 15. You love the frowning thunder-cloud, Clothing the skies in mourning. MRS. DANA. 16. A butterfly, with golden wings broad-parted Nestling a rose. KEATS. 17. Oh, yes, you love the sunshine! Like kindness or like mirth 248 Upon a human countenance, Is sunshine on the earth. HOWITT. 18. MAN. When the pale moonbeam, On tower and stream, Sheds a flood of silver sheen ; How you love to gaze, As the cold ray strays O er the face of your heart s throned queen. SHELLEY. 18. LADY. You ask no boon more kind Than power another s woe to mitigate. MRS. TIGHE Psyche. 19. Rabbits ivhite, With eyes of ruby. MRS. GILMAN The Young Heroine of Stouo. 20. You delight in masques and revels. Twelfth Night. 21. You love Churches mounting to the skies, For your devotion rises with their roof Therein your soul doth heaven anticipate. PHILONAX LOVEKIN Androniciis. 22. MAN. With rod in hand to go To streams that leap too frolicsome to flow Angling for trout, and catch them by themselves, In fancied citadel, beneath the shelves Of slippery stone, o er which the waters rush. MACKAY Voices from the Mountain. 249 22. LADY. Some cloud-palace, which the strong winds build, And straight unbuild again upon heaven s azure field. TRENCH Gertrude of Saxony, 23. A lake and & fairy boat, To sail in the moonlight clear, Where merrily you might float From the dragons that watch you here ! HOOD. 24. To lay your painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all your toil. MONTGOMERY. 25. The tall and elegant stay, Who paints a dancing shadow of his horns In the water where he drinks. LAMB. 26. Even sorrow, for it breaks The heart, that love divine may enter in. MRS. DANA. 27. You had rather have a fool to make you merry, than experience to make you sad. As You Like It. 28. Fore-thoughted chess. LEIGH HUNT. 250 29. Sleep, it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole. COLERIDGE. 30. A cane Of curious workmanship and marvellous twist. POLL OK Course of Time. 31. Quaint tablets ranged some antique hearth around, Blue Holland porcelain, all rudely wrought, Yet fair in childhood s eyes, and richly fraught With character and scene of sacred lore. WILLIAMS The Baptistery. 32. The dance, it does the spirits good ; Behold each leaf within the shady grove Is dancing now to music of the breeze, Whilst gracefully the elder branches wave In unison with their young offspring s motion : It circulates their sap, and is most healthful To them and me. Why not to thee ? MRS. DOWNING Satan in Love. 33. CLOWN. You love a ballad but too well, if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleas ing thing indeed and sung lamentably. Winter s Tak. 34. A morning ride, a novel, or the news, Or, seeking nought, to glide about the street, And so engaged with various parties meet. CRABBE The Borough. 251 35. Homeward returning, to behold the blaze From cottage windows? rendering visible The cheerful scene within. MRS. BARBAULD. 36. QUEEN. What sport shall we devise here in this garden ? LADY. Madam, we ll play at loivls. Richard Second. 37. To see A curious child, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell, To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listens intently, and his countenance soon Brightens with joy, for murmuring within Is heard sonorous cadences, whereby To his belief, the monitor declares Mysterious union with its native sea. WORDSWORTH TJie Excursion. 38. A Ballad in print. Winter s Tale. 39. The tall ship, That like a stately swan, in conscious pride Breasts beautiful the rising surge, and throws The gathered waters back, and seems to move A living thing along her lucid way, Streaming in silent glory to the sun. BOWLES Spirit of Discovery at Sea. 252 40. The lone walk with one whom love has knit Into your very soul. ALFORD School of the Heart. 41. To you the Book Club has peculiar charms, Composed of men who read, reflect, and write. CRABBE The Borough. 42. To gaze on woman s beauty as a star Whose purity and distance make it fair. N. P. WILLIS. 43. To list the Poet read his rhyme, Low as a brook in the Summer air, Save when he droppeth his voice adown, To dream of the amaranthine crown His mortal brows shall wear. Miss BARRETT Smmds. 44. . To see A damsel following with light airy step The wave as it retreateth, and again Tripping before it, till it touch her foot As if in play. BOWLES lianwett Hill. 45. MAN. You love the strife Of the sailor s life, And you love the dark Uue sea. BULWER. 45. LADY. When rivals eager for your hand advance, And ask not horrid marriage but the dance. BROWN Paradise of Coquettes. 253 46. Rich cream and snow-white eggs fresh from the nest, With amber honey from the mountain s breast, Strawberries from lake or woodland, offering wild Of children s industry, in hillocks piled ; Cakes for the nonce and butter fit- to lie Upon a lordly dish. WORDSWORTH. 47. MAN. Discoursing as you walk of mica schist, The old red sandstone, and the great Fire-mist Of nebulas exploded ; and the birth, Myriads of ages past of a young earth ; Still young and fresh, though venerably old. MACK AY Voices from the Mountains. 47. LADY. Tis beautiful to stand and watch A fountain s crystal turn to gems, And from the sky such colors sketch As if twere raining diadems. MONTGOMERY. 48. MAN. With gun to slay The grouse in corries, where it loves to dwell. MACK AY Voices from the Mountains. 48. LADY. To cull with rosy fingers The flowers, on which the morning s moisture lingers. LAMARTINE. 49. MAN. Just in the dubious point, where with the pool Is mixed the trembling stream, or where it boils Around the stone, or from the hollow bank Reverted plays in undulating flow, 22 254 To throw, nice-judging, the delusive fly; And as you lead it round in artful curve, With eye attentive mark the springing game. THOMSON Spring. 49. LADY. A lovely image in the glass appears, To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears. POPE Rape of the Lock. 50. It is a blessed thing To heed the Sabbath s chime, And on neath Ssummer foliage walk To keep the holy time. MRS. SlGOURNET. 51. None more admires the Painter s magic skill, COWPER. 52. MAN. You prefer in your heart the least ringlet that curls Down one exquisite neck, to the throne of the world. MOORE. 52. LADY. Lo your first thought, first duty, the soft reign Of woman patience by the couch of pain. The New Timon. 53. The drum And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. Merchant of Venice. 54. With an idler s careless look Turning some moth-pierced book. BARRY CORNWALL. 255 55. A lock of sunny hair That lay upon a snowy brow. Miss GOULD. 50. You love, you love to see Bright steel gleam through the land, Tis a goodly sight, but it must be In the reaper s tawny hand. ELIZA COOK. * 57. When Winter comes To burn old wood, and read old books that wall Your biggest room, and take your heartiest walk On the good, hard, glad ground. LEIGH HUNT. 58. It makes you merriest to see a boy That wants to be a man. TAYLOR Philip Van Artevelde. 59. There seems a love in hair though from the dead, It is the gentlest yet the strongest thread Of our frail plant, a blossom from the tree Surviving the proud trunk ; as though it said, Patience and Gentleness is Power ; in me Behold affectionate eternity. LEIGH HUNT. 60. Sweet it is To sit, and even unto tears to gaze On flowers, which love has given to bloom beside our way. ALFORD Abbot of Muchelnaye. WHAT PAINS OR DISPLEASES YOU? Cease, fond caviller at wisdom, to be satisfied that every thing is wrong : Be sure there is good necessity, even for the flourishing of evil. Would the eye delight in perpetual noon ? or the ear in unquali fied harmonies 1 Hath winter s frost no welcome, contrasting sturdily with sum mer 1 TUPPER Proverbial Philosophy. 22 1 WHAT PAINS OR DISPLEASES YOU? IS sweet to hear the watch- dog s honest bark, But not so pleasant, when you re worn with labor, To hear a bull-dog howling in the dark, Chained to the gate-post of your honest neighbor, With forty friendly curs that follow up his Notes, in a panharmonicon of puppies. RUFUS DAWES Geraldine. 2. You love not such triumphant Churches, They scatter your devotion ; whilst your sight Is courted to observe their sumptuous cost, You find your heart lost in your eyes. PHILONAX LOVEKIN Andronicus. (1661.) 3. I hate small gifts a man that s poor and proud, The young who talk incessantly and loud : I hate in low-bred company to be, I hate a knight who has no courtesy. I hate much water and too little wine, A prosperous villain, and a false divine, 260 A flirting girl, all frippery and pride, A cloth too narrow, and a board too wide. The Monk of Montaudon. 4. Avarice, ambition and deceit : The worst of all, Ambition. This is life Spent in a feverish chase for selfish ends, Which has no virtue to redeem its toil, But one long, stagnant hope to raise the self! ELLERY CIIANNING. 5. Men loathing from their souls To company with women! TAYLOR Edwin the Fair. 6. But marriage is an awfu thing, It s nae fun, that ! ROBERT NICOLL. 1 Streets Where draymen bawl, while rogues kick up a row, And fishwives grin, while fopling fopling meets, And milklad his rebellious donkey beats : While dwarfish cripple shuffles to the wall. ELLIOTT. 8. The roar of battle, and its sanguine joys Its devastations, glories, and vain graves. HORNE Orion. 9. The close experience Of false mankind, with whispers cold and drv. HORNE Orion. 261 10. The silver gnats that harp on glassy strings. HORNE Orion. 11. Of slaughtered Tcine the flesh. HORNE Orion. 12. Tis hardly in a body s power, To keep at times frae being sour, To see how things are shared ; How best o chiels are whiles in want, Whiles coofs on countless thousands rant, And ken na how to wear t. BURNS. 13. How miserable a thing is a great man! Take noisy, vexing greatness, they that please. PHILONAX LOVEKIN Andronicus. 14. You like it not, the noisy street You never liked, nor ever can ! HOWITT. 15. I pray thee call not this society ; Thou find st not here what thou went st out to see, Souls that can find with thine communion. LOWELL. 16. Who dare think one thing and another tell, Thy heart detests him as the gates of hell. Pope s Homer. 1 7. Oh but you hate the smirking of a lie, More than a lie in words ! Saul, a Mystery. 262 18. You could expire To hear a man, with bristles on his chin, Sing soft with upturned eyes, and arched brows. KNOWLES William Tell. 19. It is not pleasant, lying on your bed, To hear a duett from a brace of cats. DA WES Geraldine. 20. Most you hate a half-way honesty, Your- friend with reservation ; or in sooth, Your just spoiled angel, but unmoulded devil, Who loathes the skies, yet dares not league with hell, And hangs one-handed on the outside wall Of uncongenial heaven. Saul, a Mystery. 21. Trumpet solos round your drowsy bed From lean mosquitos with their sharps and flats. 22. Fraud and hatred shouting Gospel ! Gospel ! STERLING Str afford. 23. Better to be eaten with rust, than scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. Henry Fourth. 24. Oh laugh or mourn with me the rueful jest, A cassocked huntsman, and a fiddling priest ! He from Italian songsters takes his cue : Set Paul to music, he shall quote him too. 263 He takes the field ; the master of the pack Cries, "Well done, saint," and claps him on the back. COWPER Progress of Error. 25. You had rather be a kitten and cry mew, Than one of these same ballad-mongers ! Henry Fourth. 26. Books ! tis a dull and endless strife ; Come, hear the woodland linnet ; How sweet his music ! on my life There s more of wisdom in it. WORDSWORTH. 27. Those who employ their health, an ugly trick, In making known how oft they have been sick, And give us, in recitals of disease, A doctor s trouble, but without the fees. Now the distemper, spite of draught or pill Victorious seemed, and now the doctor s skill ; And now, alas, for unforeseen mishaps ! They put on a damp night-cap and relapse ; They thought they must have died, they were so bad Their peevish hearers almost wish they had. COWPER Conversation. 28. Low crooked curt sies, and base spaniel fawning. Julius C(Bsar. 264 29. MAN. You love the people, But do not like to stage you to their eyes : Though it do well, you do not relish well Their loud applause, and aves vehement, Nor do you think the man of safe discretion That does affect it. Measure for Measure. 29. LADY. You would not Endure again the country conversation To be the lady of six shires. The men So near the primitive making, they retain A sense of nothing but the earth ; their brains And barren heads standing as much in want Of ploughing as their ground. SHIRLEY The Lady of Pleasure. 30. How sour sweet music is, When time is broke, and no proportion kept ! Richard Second. 31. Oh, the unspeakable misery of solitude! SOUTHEY. 32. You disapprove alike The host whose assiduity extreme distresses And whose negligence offends. Cowper s Odyssey Homer. 33. Wishing, the constant hectic of a fool. YOUNG. 34. You love not high estate Where comfort dies in vastness. Miss MITFORD. 35. Oh, to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness on the brain. COLERIDGE. 36. To be with those, Whose joys are joys of sight, and smell, and taste. YOUNG. 37. Custom, that tyrantess of fools. WATTS. 38. Gaudy gold, Hard food for Midas, thou wilt none of it ! Merchant of Venice. 39. Silence is only commendable In a neat s tongue dried. BYRON Sardanapalus. 40. The deafening noise Of cities, and the joys Of fashions sickly birth. MOTHERWELL, 41. Spiders that suck up venom, And heavy-gaited toads. Richard Second. 42. Smart metallic pens Have undertook to speculate at large, 266 But you eschew them all, and prophesy Goose-quills will be immortal as The art to which they minister. MRS. SlGOURNEY. 43. I tell you what ! twixt frien an frien , Ye dinna like a siller pen, And sin the reason ye wad ken, Tho odd enough, I ll gie it. It is too perfect, ilka part It does, is wi sic care and art, There s nae a particle o heart Or feelin gangin wi it. Mrss GOULD. 44. The weather, oh the weather, When tis so confounded hot, That you would almost wish yourself A real Hottentot. WILLIS Earlier Poems. 45. The many cares that trouble life, The evil that requiteth good, The benefit not understood, Unfilial, unpaternal strife, The hate, the lie, the bitter jest. BARRY CORNWALL. 46. Let me not live, quoth he, After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain. All s Well that ends Well. TREES AND BLQSSOMS. " And he spake of Trees, from the Cedar-tree that is in Lebanon, even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall." Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought ; Every aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought. R. W. EMERSON. Your voiceless lips, oh flowers, are living preachers, Each cup a pulpit, and each leaf a book, Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers From loneliest nook. HORACE SMITH. Who shall say that flowers Dress not Heaven s own bowers 1 Who its love without them can fancy, or sweet floor 1 Who shall ever dare To say they sprang not there, And came not down that Love might bring One piece of Heaven the more 1 Oh pray believe that angels From their blue dominions, Brought them in their white laps down, twixt their golden pinions. LEIGH HUNT. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TREE OR BLOSSOM? IS" aged Cypress, Leaning as listening to the streamlet s sound, That gushes from the adverse bank. W. L. BOWLES Discovery at Sea.. Blushing Roses, Bending with their fulness Midst their close-capped sister buds Warming the green coolness. LEIGH HUNT. 3. The Sycamore, capricious in attire, Now green, now tawny, and ere Autumn yet Have changed the woods, in scarlet honors bright. COWPER Task. 4. Violets blue, For their sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking in the ground. Love s dropped eyelids and a kiss Such their breath and blueness is. LEIGH HUNT. 270 5. The Holly, the Holly, oh twine it with bay, Come give the Holly a song, For it helps to drive stern Winter away With his garment so sombre and long ! It peeps through the trees with its berries of red, And its leaves of burnished green, When the flowers and fruits have long been dead, And not even the daisy is seen. ELIZA COOK. 6. A Sunflower, outspread like a sacrifice Before its idol. BROWNING Dells and Pomegranates. 7. An Almond tree, ymounted high, With blossom brave bedecked daintily, Whose tender locks do tremble every one, At every little breath that under heaven is blown. SPENSER. 8. Lofty Oaks, Broad armed and beautiful, floating serene O er copse, and lawn, and hedge and snowy dome. MRS. SlGOURNEY. 9. The cup of Water-lilies, not stirred By passing eddies, but with countenance Turned up to Heaven, that lie and let the dark Come down upon them, and then they pass beneath Into their watery bed, till the young moon Looks slant upon the surface of the stream. H. ALFORD. 271 10. The shadowy Pine, its old romantic limbs Tinged yellow with the rich departing light. COLERIDGE, 11. An evening Primrose, That folds up and is afraid, Except in utter calmness And pure peace ; but is displayed Of afternoons, when peaches Cool their angry cheeks in shade. Miss. BARRETT Sir Hubert. 12. A Poplar shook alway, All silver-green with gnarled bark. ALFRED TENNYSON. 13. The Anemone, Which cannot ever be beguiled To quit the simple, quiet wild Where Nature placed her modest child To worship her alone. It does not ask the brow of toil, To shed its costly dew, to spoil The bed of free untortured soil, Which it has made its own. H. F. GOULD. 14. A white Pine s slender cone Tapering above the hill- top. HOFFMAN Vigil of Faith. 272 15. The Woodbine, who her elm in marriage meets, And brings her dowry in surrounding sweets. CHURCHILL. 16. The Maple on his slope so cool Wearing his motley, like a fool Prankt out to lead the games of Yule. P. P. COOKE Froissart Ballads, eic. 17. In odorous beds The slight Linncea with its twin-born heads ; We bless the monument of the man of flowers Which breathes his sweet fame. R. W. EMERSON Woodnotes. 18. The Ash a fiery chief is he, High in the highland heraldry He wears his proud robes gallantly. P. P. COOKE Froissart Ballads, etc. 19. Evergreen Ivy ! though in Summer hours It doth not woo thine eye with blooming flowers, In wintry time its melancholy wreath Hangs o er the dark and silent house of Death. T. H. BAYLY. 20. Torch-bearers they, the grim black Pines ! Their torches are the flaming vines Bright on the mountains sky-ward lines. P. P COOKE Froissart Ballads, etc. 21. A pale, starry, dreamy-looking flower, As from a land of spirits ! To thine eye 273 Those faint wan petals colorless and yet Not white, but shadowy with the mystic lines (As letters of some wizard language gone) Into their vapor-like transparence wrought, Bear something of a strange solemnity, Awfully lovely ! and the Christian s thought, Loves, in their cloudy pencilling, to find Dread symbols of his Lord s last earthly pangs, Set by God s hand the coronal of thorns The cross the wounds with other meanings deep That flower, the chosen for the martyr s wreath, The Saviour s holy flower. HEMANS Scenes and Hymns of Life. 22. Willow, And Poplar, that with silver lines his leaf. COWPER. 23. Thou glorious thing ! That lookest out the grassy nooks among, Rose, that art ever fair and ever young. Was it some angel on invisible wing, Hovered around thy fragrant sleep to fling His glowing mantle, of warm sunset hues, O er thy unfolding petals, wet with dews, Such as the flower-fays to Titania bring ? C. P. CRANCII. 24. A Willow, that grows ascaunt the brook, And shows its hoar leaves in the glassy stream. Hamlet. 88" 274 25. The full cerulean Passion-flower, Climbing among the leaves with mystic symbols hung. MRS. BROOKS Zopkiel. 26. The nodding Beach That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high. O GRAY Elegy. 27. Lilies fair, , The flower of virgin light ; Nature held them forth and said, " Lo my thoughts of white !" LEIGH HUNT. 28. An OaJc, Avhose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along the wood. As You Like It. 29. The pale Brier-rose, touched so tenderly, As a pure ocean-shell, with faintest red, Melting away to pearliness. HKMANS Hymns of Life. 30. Aspens, with the silvery leaves Trembling, forever trembling. HEMANS Scenes of Life. 31. Oh, rich as morn of many a hue, When flushing clouds through darkness strike, The Tulip s petals shine in dew, All beautiful, yet none alike. JAMES MONTGOMERY. 275 32. An ancient Oak On the verge of a dim and solemn wood, Through sunshine and storm that oak has stood ; Many a loving and laughing sprite Tend the branches by day and by night, And the leaves of its age are fresh and green, As the leaves of its early youth had been. PRAED Legend of the Haunted Tree. 33. In Spring when Nature opens first Her store of buds, so fondly nursed, Green Moss on sunny banks she sets, As cradles for young Violets. T. H. BAYLY. 34. Beautiful berries, beautiful tree, Hurrah for the wild, wild Cherry Tree ! BARRY CORNWALL. 35. The gold Cup- Sorrel from his gauzy screen Shining like fairy crown, enchased and beaded, Left on some morn when light flashed in their eyes unheeded. DRAKE. 36. Weeping Willows, Waving dark tresses o er the gliding billows. MRS. LEWIS Records of the Heart. 37. I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Giving my verdict on the White Rose side. Henry Sixth. 270 38. The married Elm, whose nodding head inclines, Around whose trunk the vine her tendril twines. TASSO Jerusalem Delivered. 39. Our sweet, autumnal, western-scented wind Robs of its odors none so sweet a flower, In all the blooming waste it leaves behind, As the Sweet Brier. BRAINERD. 40. The gloom of solemn Cypress bowers, Through whose dark screen no prying sunbeams break. FANNY KEMBLE. 41. The many-headed Poppies, like a crowd Of dusky Ethiops in a magic cirque. HORNE Orion. 42. Oaks ; superior to the power Of all the waning winds of heaven they rise, And from their stormy promontory tower, And toss their giant arms amid the skies, While each assailing blast increase of strength supplies. BEATTJE Minstrel. 43. Moss, warm gleaming with a sudden mark, Like growths of sunshine left upon the bark. LEIGH HUNT. 44. The Laurel, meed of mighty conquerors And poets sage. SPENSER. 277 45. The Marigold, whose courtier s face Echoes the sun, and doth unlace Her at his rising. CLEAVELAND. 46. The Oak, Whose leaves a thousand Springs renewed, Whose stately bulk a thousand Winters stood. TASSO Jerusalem Delivered. 47. Cactuses, a queen might don If weary of her golden crown, And still appear as royal. Miss BARRETT. 48. The Pine flat-topped, and dark, and tall, In lordly right predominant o er all. LEIGH HUNT. 49. The volant sweets o the trailing Mignonette, And odors vague that haunt the year s decay. CHARLES TENNYSON. 50. The antique, and well-remembered Beach. CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH. 51. The Maple-tree of pride, Standing in mantle, many-dyed, Bold monarch of the mountain side. P. P. COOKE Froissart Ballads. 52. The yellow Violet s modest bell, That peeps from the last year s leaves below ; 278 Though slight its form, and low its seat, And earthward bent its gentle eye, Nor apt the passing view to greet When loftier flowers are flaunting nigh. W. C. BRYANT. 53. The Larch, so green and beautiful Amid the sombre firs. N. P. WILLIS. 54. The Lotus, which Floats like a queen, that grand and ancient flower, With name that passing from the charmed tongue, Reminds us of low melodies in sleep, So honey-sweet, so musically soft ; That flower of many honors, dwelt upon By old prophetic light, in time of yore ; A mighty parable of mystic things, All sacred, leaf, and bud, and banded stalk, And root, that struck into the bed of Nile. H. ALFORD. 55. The taper Fir With its green spire, MRS. BARBAULD. 56. Glazed Buttercups, Out of which the wild bee sips. PATMORE Geraldine. 57. The monarch Oak, which shades With patriarchal arms the glades. CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH Convent Bell. 279 58. Pansies, lilies, king-cups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises ; Long as there s a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory ; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story ; There s a flower that shall be thine, Tis the little Celandine. WORDSWORTH. 59. Scented sprigs o the dark green Fir Fresh from the sparkling mountain air. HORNE. 60. The coxcomb Crocus, flower of simple note, herald s coat. CHARLES CHURCHILL. Who to the light struts out in herald s coat. 61. O er your grave let the Cypress wave And darkly, greenly rise,. For its cone like the spire of the funeral pyre Points upward to the skies ; And in that tree a pledge you see, That your spirit shall immortal be. CAROLINE DE CRESPIGNY My Souvenir. 62. For your tomb the only wish you ll have Will be, that the one who raises The turf-sod o er you, plant your grave With Buttercups and Daisies. ELIZA COOK. 280 63. The brave old Oak Who hath ruled in the green-wood long, Here s health and renown to his broad green crown, And his fifty arms so strong. There is fear in his frown when the sun goes down And the fire in the west fades out, And he showeth his might on a wild midnight, When storms through his branches shout. H. F. CHORLEY. 64. Thou when the Rose has burst her cup, Opens her heart, and freely throws To thee her odors, offerest up Thanks to the Being who made the rose ; Traced is his name in delicate lines, On flower and leaf, as they dress the stem ; His care is seen, and his wisdom guides, Even in the thorn that is guarding them. Miss GOULD. 65. The broad-helm d Oak-tree s endless growth. STERLING. 66. Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth. SHELLEY. 67. The Wind, when first he rose and went abroad Through the vast region, felt himself at fault, Wanting a voice ; and suddenly to earth Descended with a wafture and a swoop, Where, wandering volatile from kind to kind, 281 He wooed the several trees to give him one. First he besought the Ash ; the voice she lent Fitfully with a free and lashing change, Flung here and there its sad uncertainties : The Aspen next ; a fluttered frivolous twitter Was her sole tribute : from the Willow came, So long as dainty Summer dress d her out, A whispering sweetness, but her winter note Was hissing, dry, and reedy : lastly the Pine Did he solicit, and from her he drew A voice so constant, soft, and lowly deep, That there he rested, welcoming in her A mild memorial of the ocean cave Where he was born. Edwin the Fair. 68. You let all flowers live freely, and all die Whene er their genius bids their soul depart, Among their kindred, in their native place. You never pluck the Rose ; the Violet s head Hath shaken with your breath upon its bank And not reproached you ; the ever sacred cup Of the pure Lily hath between your hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one grain of gold. LANDOR. 69. A lofty Sycamore, Most fearful of the woodland, last to trust To the soft wooings of the smiling Spring, And first to cast its foliage to the ground, 282 Before the breath of Winter ; but when high The sun rides in his summer majesty, Proudly the laggard Sycamore puts on Its garniture of silvery green, and waves Its crisp leaves to the zephyrs with a sound Like murmur of far waters. TIMROD. FAVORITE BIRD. THIS DEPARTMENT Respectfully Befcfcatett to J. J. AUDUBON, THE POET NATURALIST. WHICH IS YOUR FAVORITE BIRD? HE Bird of Paradise ! What charac ter, O sovereign Nature ! I appeal to thee, Of all thy feathered progeny Is so unearthly, and what shape so fair? So richly decked in variegated down, Green, sable, shining yellow, shadowy brown, Tints softly with each other blended, Hues doubtfully begun and ended, Or intershooting, and to sight Lost and recovered as the rays of light Glance on the conscious plumes touched here and there ? WORDSWORTH. 2. The Blackbird loud in bush, Whose yellow bill prolongs the strain, And lectures every grove again Till evening s gentle hush. R. H. HORNE. 3. The purple Finch That on wild cherry or red cedar feeds. m. 286 A Winter bird, who comes with plaintive whistle And pecks by the witch-hazel. LONGFELLOW. 4. There s something in the Bobolink s song Wakes feeling, which has slumbered long, As leaving earth and man behind, He beats against the wind, Or floating slowly down before it, Above the grass-hid nest he fluttereth, And the bridal love-song uttereth, Raining showers of music o er it. JAMES LOWELL. 5. Dearer the Redbreasts note That mourns the fading year in every vale, Than Philomel s, when Spring is ever new. More dear to thee the Redbreast s sober suit, So like a withered leaflet, than the glare Of gaudy wings that make the Iris dim. GRAHAME. 6. A Summer bird, Heard in the still night with its passionate cadence. LONGFELLOW. 7. The lone Whip-poor-will. There is much sweetness in his fitful hymn. J. McLELLAN. 8. The Cushat s song, Its love-song in the fir. PATMORE TTie Woodman s Daughter. IT 287 9. The Humbird stealing to the flower s embrace, Loveliest and least of all the feathered race. Reclined in silken bells, concealed from view, He feasts on perfume, sips the honeyed dew, Then spreads the azure wing and azure crest, And seems a blossom severed from the rest, And stolen by the breeze, which comes to bear Some velvet trophy from a scene so fair. CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH Osric. 10. The Eagle, monarch of the rocks, So noble in his lonely flight, Mid lightning streams and thunder shocks, The bird of freedom, strength, and might. ELIZA COOK. 11. The Cormorant, which on high Wheels from the deep, and screams along the land ; Loud shrieking Herns, and with wild wing The circling Sea-foiul, cleaving flaky clouds. THOMSON Winter. 12. A Parrot of that favorite kind Whose name is Nonpareil. Though exiled from Australian bowers, And singleness her lot, She trills her song with tutored powers Or mocks each casual note. WORDSWORTH. 288 13. When from hill And vale soft echoes wake, to catch the trill Of warbling Night-Urd. MRS. DANA. 14. The lone Nightingale, Which answereth with her most soothing song Out of the ivy bower. SHELLEY. 15. Gay Swallows, who Around the borders of the spacious lawn Fly in repeated circles, rising o er Hillock and fence, with motion serpentine Easy and light. One snatches from the ground A downy feather, and then upward springs, Followed by others, but oft drops it soon, In playful mood, or from too slight a hold, When all at once dart at the falling prize. WILCOX. 16. In mid air, the sportive Night-hawk, seen Flying awhile at random, uttering oft A cheerful cry, attended with a shake Of level pinions, dark, but when upturned, Against the brightness of the western sky, One white plume showing in the midst of each, Then far down diving with loud hollow sound. WILCOX. 17. A Thrush, with gladness musical. E. B.BARRETT The Deserted Garden, 289 18. The earnest Cuckoo, Judging wisest to rejoice, Shaking round " Cuckoo, cuckoo," As if careless of his voice. PATMORE Sir Hubert. 19. The Nightingales the sweetest song That ever rose hath heard. MITFORD. 20. Small Finches, singing sweet, When the sun strikes through the bushes To their crimson clinging feet, And their pretty eyes look sideways, to the Summer heavens complete. E. B. BARRETT The Lost Bower. 21. When the Lark sings the white clouds among, The lily looks up to the heavenly bird. MITFORD. 22. The sound, Long time unheard, of cheerful Martins near Your window, round their dwelling chirping quick. WILCOX. 23. The Turtle Dove that seems to mourn, but whose Low tone is whispered tenderness. C. OILMAN Crow-minder of the South. 24. When bright is the sky and the breezes are blowing, When earth in the sunshine is joyous and gay, 25 290 See, from his nest how the Meadow Lark rises ; Hark, as triumphant he carols the lay ! MARIA JAMES. 25. That thou wert once a woman we believe, Or such rare music never had been thine, Nightingale ! thou hadst much cause to grieve, And vowed a vow at melody s sweet shrine, Before the echoing altar, that all night Harmonious, thou wouldst watch and warble back the light. THOMAS MILLER. 26. Yes, it is he ! the hermit bird, that apart from all his kind, Slow spells his beads monotonous to the soft western wind ; Cuckoo ! cuckoo ! he sings again, his notes are void of art, But simplest strains do soonest sound the deep founts of the heart. MOTIIERVTELL. 27. The Blue Jay, the " feathered harlequin-/ Trimming his crest, piping his mimic song. C. GILMAN Crow-minder of the South. 28. A merry welcome tothee, Humming Bird! Lover of Summer flowers, and sunny things ! I hear The music of thy rainbow-colored wings, 291 Wings that flash sparkles out whene er they quiver, Like sudden sunlight rushing o er a river. Poems by Amelia. 29. The Owl, That warder-like on yon gray tower, Feedeth his melancholy soul With visions of departed power ; And o er the ruins time hath sped Nods sadly with his spectral head. MOTHERWELL. 30. The Woodpecker, who, busy Epicure, Bores with his beak the insect s barky home, Affrights them with his feigned but startling cry, Then coolly riots with his darting tongue, And taps at intervals the hollow tree. C. GILMAN Crow-minder of the South. 31. The Hawk in mid-air high, On his broad pinion sailing round and round, With not a flutter, or but now and then, As if his trembling balance to regain, Uttering a single scream, but faintly heard, And all again is still. WILCOX. 32. A Nightingale, that perhaps waking At the stillness, shoots a throng Of notes into the sunshine ; First with care, then swift and strong ; 292 Then he madly strikes them round him, Till the bright air throbs with song, And suddenly grows silent All amid his ecstacies. PATMORE Sir Hubert. 33. A blackening train Of clamorous Rooks, urging their weary flight, Seeking the closing shelter of the grove. THOMSON Whiter. 34. The pert, familiar Robin, as he flies From spray to spray, showering diamonds round, Moving in rainbow light where er he goes. MRS. FOLLEN. 35. The Mocking Bird, Warbling orchestral tones ambitiously At midnight hour. C. OILMAN Crow-minder of the Sauth. 36. In russet coat Most homely, like true genius bursting forth In spite of adverse fortune, a full choir Within himself,- the merry Mock-bird, still Filling the air with melody while at times In the rapt fervor of his sweetest song, His quivering form will spring into the sky In spiral circles, as if he would catch New powers from kindred warblers in the clouds. TlMROD. 293 37. The flippant Blackbird, which with yellow crown Hangs fluttering in the air, and chattering^ thick, Till her breath fails ; when breaking off, she drops On the next tree, and on its highest limb, Or some tall flag, there gently rocking, sits, Her strain repeating. WlLCOX. 38. Those under notes Trilled by the Redbreast, when autumnal leaves Are then upon the boughs. WORDSWORTH. 39. Sivans on silver thrones, Floating down the winding streams, With impassive eyes turned shoreward And a chant of undertones And the lotos leaning forward To help them into dreams. E. B. BARRETT A Drama of Exile. 40. The Robin with his eye of jet, Who pipes from the bare boughs merrily, To the primrose pale and the violet, This is the dearest song to thee. MITFORD JRienzi. 41. From the summit of a craggy mound, The perching Eagle, with his lonely cry, Or when on sounding wings he shoots athwart the sky. BEATTIE Minstrel. 25* 294 42. The Ring-dove s song, which breeze-like comes and goes, Now here, now there, it seems to wander round. THOMAS MILLER. 43. The Whip-poor -will, her name her only song. CARLOS WILCOX. 44. The Robin, who to garden or green yard, Close by the door repairs, to build again Within her wonted tree. WILCOX. 45. Hark ! tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest, By twilight premature of cloud and rain ; Nor does the roaring wind deaden his strain, Who carols, thinking of his love and nest, And seems, as more incited, still more blest. WORDSWORTH. 46. Thou vocal sprite thou feathered troubadour ! In pilgrim weeds through many a clime a ranger, Who comest to doff thy russet suit once more, And play in foppish trim the masking stranger, Philosophers may teach thy whereabouts and nature, But wise as all of us perforce must think em, The school-boy best hath fixed thy nomenclature, And poets too must call thee, Bob-o-Linkum. C. F. HOFFMAN. 47. Wisdom s bird, flapping her drowsy sail. I. WILLIAMS The Haptistery. 295 48. The Cuckoo, chanting but his two sweet notes, So musical, so mellow, and so clear. BOWLES Banvxtt Hill. 49. When bathed in light, Chirrups the Lark ; Chirrup ! chirrup ! he upward flies, Like holy thoughts to cloudless skies. MOTHERWELL. 50. The startled Gull, upscreaming to the sea. LEIGH HUNT Rimini. 51. The Raven, which When Summer birds are gone, and no form seen In the void air, com st living and strong, On his broad balanced pennons through the winds. R. H. DANA. 52. More sweet to thee the note of lonely bird, That sits and sings to the autumnal eve, Than all the bowers of Spring, when love doth heave The stirring ravishment. I. WILLIAMS Thoughts on Past Years. 53. Hark! now with low and fluttering start The Sky-lark soars above, And from her full melodious heart She pours her strain of love ; And now her quivering wing flings back The golden light that floods her track, Nor scarcely seems to move, 296 But floats away on waveless wings, Then soars aloft, and soaring sings. Poems by Amelia. 54. From cottage roofs the warbling Bluebird s song. LONGFELLOW. 55. Though seldom seen, The Cuckoo, that in Summer haunts our groves, Still heard to moan, as if at every breath Panting aloud. WlLCOX. 56. From the silent heart of a hollow Yew The Owl, sailing forth with a loud halloo, When his large yellow eyes look bright With wonder in the wan moonlio-ht. o W. L. BOWLES. 01. Woodland doves apart In the copse s leafy heart, Solitary not ascetic, Hidden and yet heard, they seem Joining in a lovely psalm, Man s despondence, nature s calm, Half mystical, and half pathetic, Like a sighing in a dream. E. B. BARRETT Sounds. 58. The melancholy Sea-bird wailing aloft, Now poised in the mid-air, now with swift sweeps Descending, and again on balanced wings K; 297 Hovering, or whirling dismally about With short, importunate cry. H. ALFORD. 59. Who would check the happy feeling That inspires the Linnet s song ? Who would stop the Swallow, wheeling On her pinions swift and strong ? WORDSWORTH. 60. The lonely Snipe, O er marshy fields, high in the dusky air, Invisible, but with faint, trembling tones, Hovering or playing o er the listener s head. WlLCOX. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT, THE FIRST TO ELEVATE CLASSICAL RANK IN ENGLISH LITERATURE. FAVORITE POET. Would st thou look upon the lords of Song 7 O er the dark mirror, that immortal throng Shall waft a solemn gleam ! Passing with lighted eyes and radiant brows, Under the foliage of green laurel boughs, But silent as a dream. HEMANS. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE POET? HAT need ray Shaktpeart for his hon ored bones The labor of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a live-long monument. And so sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die. MILTON. 2. Dry den ! Hark, his hands the lyre explore ! Bright-eyed fancy hovering o er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn. GRAY The Bard. 3. The Poet blind yet bold !* The majesty which through his work does reign, * Milton. 304 Draws the devout, deterring the profane. At once delight and horror on us seize, He sings with so much gravity and ease, And above human flight does soar aloft With plume so strong, so equal, and so soft ; The bird named from that Paradise he sings So never flags but keeps on soaring wings. ANDREW MARVEL. 4. The gentle Spenser, fancy s pleasing son, Who like a copious river, poured his song O er all the mazes of enchanted ground. THOMSON Summer. 5. Cowper, whose tones great Milton might approve, And Shakspeare from high fancy s sphere Tuning to the sound his ear, Bend down a look of sympathy and love. W. L. BOWLES. 6. Visionary Coleridge, who Doth sweep his thoughts as angels do Their wings with cadence up the Blue. Miss BARRETT. 7. Pope as harmony itself exact, In verse well disciplined, complete, compact. COWPER Table Talk. 8. Wordsworth, who weaves in mystic rhyme Feelings ineffably sublime, And sympathies unknown ; 305 Yet so our yielding breasts doth thrall, His genius shall possess us all, His thoughts become our own ; Till strangely pleased, we start to find Such hidden treasures in our mind. MONTGOMERY. 9. Burns, the high chief of Scottish song ! Who could alternately impart Wisdom and rapture in his page, ^And brand each vice with satire strong ; Whose lines are mottoes of the heart, Whose truths electrify the sage. CAMPBELL. 10. Byron, who with untrembling hand, Impetuous foot and fiery brand, Lit at the flames of hell, Goes down to search the human heart, Till fiends from every corner start Their crimes and plagues to tell ! Then lightly flings the torch away And suns his soul in heaven s pure ray. MONTGOMERY. 11. Bryant, whose songs are thoughts that bless The heart, its teachers, and its joy, As mothers blend with their caress Lessons of truth, and gentleness, And virtue for the listening boy. 26* 300 Spring s lovelier flowers for many a day Have blossomed on his ivandering way, Beings of beauty and decay, They slumber in their silent tomb ; But those that grace his own Green River, And wreathe the lattice of his home, Charmed by his song from mortal doom Bloom on and will bloom on forever. HALLECK. 12. Not only in the sight of field and stream Are Poets reared, but in the swarming lanes Of cities doth the fiery essence find Its growth and nurture. There your bard was born Who sang the glorious hymn of Chamouni.* And when he wandered forth, and, face to face, Stood, with majestic Nature, his large soul Took in her presence, as the mountain lake Takes the broad summits and the boundless heaven, Into its mirror. Then the flowing words Came to his lips in verse that shall not die. BRYANT. 13. Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth, With sounds that echo still. TfiNNYSON. * Coleridge. 307 14. Poet of the charmed lay, Singing Hope in numbers sweet,* Let a lowly minstrel lay One poor guerdon at thy feet. Thou hast struck a golden lyre, Thou hast touched a lofty theme, Scarce could happier words inspire Music in an angel s dream. MRS. ELLIS. 15. Slow to create, fastidious to refine, Gray wrought and wrought with labor long and sore, Adjusting word by word, and line by line Each thought, each phrase remoulding o er and o er. Till art could polish and adorn no more. J. MOULTRIE. 16. Oh, mourn we for that holy Spirit, Sweet as the Spring, as ocean deep ; Hemans, who ere her Summer faded Sunk into a breathless sleep. WORDSWORTH. 17. Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Benf Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows, when The world was worthy of such men. Miss BARRETT. 18. The muse of Keats, One of the inmost dwellers in the core * Campbell. f Jonson. 24* 308 Of the old woods, when Nymphs and Graces lived, Where they still live to eyes like theirs divine. LEIGH HUNT. 19. My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea, But before I go, Tom Moore, Here s a double health to thee ! BYRON. 20. Rogers, whose Laurel-tree shows Thicker leaves and more sunny the older it grows. LEIGH HUNT Feast of the Poets. 21. Scott, the minstrel who called forth A new creation with his magic line, And like the Ariosto of the North Sang ladye-love and war, romance and knightly worth. BYRON Childe Harold. 22. Thomson! meek Nature s child ! Long, long his stone and painted clay Shall melt the musing Briton s eyes ; vales, and wild-woods, shall he say, In yonder cave a Druid lies ! COLLINS. 23. Tennyson s god- vocal reverie. Miss BARRETT. 24. Sou they, who sings of war s alarms, The pride of battle, din of arms, The glory and the guilt, 309 Of nations barbarously enslaved, Of realms by patriot valor saved, Of blood insanely spilt, And millions sacrificed to fate, To make one little mortal great. MONTGOMERY. 25. Shelley the dreaming boy the bard inspired ; Spirit ethereal fervid arrowy rapt ; The seraph in his looks ; his face the storm ; His speech the chainless " utterance of the gods ;" Prometheus on his thunder -blasted rock; A Peri wandering lost twixt Heaven and Hell! MRS. ELLET. . i 26. Praise ! for yet one more name with power endowed, To cheer and guide us, onward as we press ; Yet one more image on the heart bestowed, To dwell there, beautiful in holiness ! Thine, Heber, thine ! whose memory from the dead Shines as the star which to the Saviour led. HEMANS. 27. Unhappy White! while life was in its spring, And his young muse just waved her joyous wing, The spoiler came, and all his promise fair Then sought the grave, to sleep forever there. Oh, what a noble heart was here undone, When Science self destroyed her favorite son ! ByRon. 310 28. Not forgotten or denied Scott s trumpet-lay of chivalry and pride ! Homeric in its rest, and in its strife, With every impulse brimming o er with life, Teeming with action and the call to arms ; A robust dame his muse, with martial charms To strive, when need demands it, or to love ; The eagle quite as often as the dove ! W. G. SIMMS. 29. Is there not one who reads the hearts of men, And paints them strongly with unrivalled pen ? All their fierce passions in her scenes appear ; Terror she bids arise, bids fall the tear ; Looks in the close recesses of the mind, And gives the finished portrait to mankind, By skill conducted, and to nature true, Yet none, will call Joanna Baillic Blue ! CRABBE Posthumous Works. 30. What though for showing truth to flattered state, Leigh Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he In his immortal spirit been as free, As the sky-searching lark, and as elate. Think you he nought but prison gyves did see, Till so unwilling, they did turn the key ? Ah, no : far happier, nobler was his fate ; In Spenser s halls he strayed, and bowers fair, Culling enchanted flowers, and he flew With daring Milton, through the fields of air ; 311 To regions of his own his genius true Took happy flights. Who shall his fame impair ? KEATS. 31. Poor proud Byron Forlornly brave, And quivering with the dart he drave. Miss BARRETT. 32. Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride. WORDSWORTH. 33. Where sense with sound and ease with weight com bine In the pure silver of Pope s ringing line. The New Thnon. 34. Collins, ill-starred name ! Whose lay s requital was, that tardy Fame, Who bound no laurel round his living head, Should hang it o er his monument when dead. SCOTT Bridal of Triermain. 35. Burns, who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough along the mountain side. WORDSWORTH. 36. In front of all comes Addison. In him Humor in holiday and sightly trim, Sublimity and attic taste combined To polish, furnish, and delight mankind. COWPER Table Talk. 312 37. Johnson, in ancient learning fitly trained, His rigid judgment fancy s flight restrained ; Correctly pruned each wild luxuriant thought, Marked out her course nor spared a glorious fault. The book of man he read with nicest art, And ransacked all the secrets of the heart ; The coxcomb felt a lash at every word, And fools, hung out, their brother fools deterr d. His comic humor kept the world in awe, And laughter frightened Folly more than law. CHURCHILL The Rosciad. 38. He spoke of Burns ; men rude and rough Pressed round to hear the praise of one Whose heart was made of manly, simple stuff, As homespun as their own. JAMES R. LOWELL. 39. Thomson s chaste muse employed her heaven-taught lyre, None but the noblest passions to inspire ; Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line which, dying, he would wish to blot. LYTTELTON Prologue to Coriola.nus. 40. JElliott, strong poet of the wedlock wild Of flame and iron ; sturdy, rugged, bold, Portentous " Titan of the age of tools !" MRS. ELLET. 313 41. Coleridge, The rapt one of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature ! WORDSWORTH. 42. Shakspeare is not our poet, but the world s, Therefore on him no speech, and short for thee, Browning ! Since Chaucer was alive and hale, No man hath walked along our road with step So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue So varied in discourse. LANDOR. 43. He whose soul, like angel-harps combining, Anthem d the solemn " Voices of the Night !"* T. B. 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