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FORGET ME NOT.

"T is far off;

And rather like a dream, than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants.

4. Thus peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth and fame.

5. Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.

SHAKSPEARE.

POPE.

SCOTT.

6. 'Tis infamy to die, and not be miss'd.

7. Let not a death, unwept, unhonour'd, be
The melancholy fate allotted me!
But those who love me living, when I die,
Still fondly keep some cherish'd memory.

CARLOS WILCOX.

From SOLON.

1.

FORGET ME NOT.

Forget me not, when others gaze

Enamour'd on thee with the looks of praise;
When weary leagues between us both are cast,
And each dull hour seems heavier than the last-

Oh! then forget me not!

2. Think of him whose prayers shall bless thee; Think of him thy love had bless'd.

3. "Oh! think of her who holds thee dear, And think that thou art all to her!

BYRON.

BYRON.

4.

May joy thy steps attend,

And mayst thou find in every form a friend;
With care unsullied be thy every thought,

And in thy dreams of home, forget me not!

5. Though we should meet no more, sweet maid, Forget me not.

6. Remember thee, and all thy pains,

And all thy love for me!

Yes! while a pulse, a breath remains,

Will I remember thee!

7. Each dew-drop, on its morning leaves,
Is eloquent as tears,

That whisper, when young passion grieves
For one belov'd afar, and weaves

His dream of hopes and fears,
Forget me not!

MONTGOMERY.

FITZ-GREEN HALLECK.

1. And but to speaken of her conscience,
She was so charitable and so piteous,
She would weep an that she but saw a mouse
Caught in a trap, if it were dead or bled.

2. The quality of mercy is not strain'd;

It droppeth as the gentle dew from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice bless'd:
It blesses him that gives, and him that takes.

3. "Tis mightiest in the mighty; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown.

CHAUCER.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. Though justice be thy plea, consider this—
That in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.

SHAKSPEARE.

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5. Great souls forgive not injuries till time
Has put their enemies into their power,
That they may show forgiveness in their own.

6. Nature has cast me in so soft a mould,

7.

That, but to hear a story, feign'd for pleasure,
Of some sad lover's death, moistens my eyes
And robs me of my manhood.

Thy narrow soul

Knows not the God-like glory of forgiving;
Nor can thy cold, thy ruthless heart conceive
How large the power, how fix'd the empire is,
Which benefits confer on generous minds.

DRYDEN.

DRYDEN.

ROWE.

8. The greatest attribute of heaven is mercy,
And 't is the crown of justice, and the glory,
Where it may kill with right, to save with pity.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

9.

He, that is merciful

Unto the bad, is cruel to the good.

RANDOLPH.

10. Those moving tears will quite dissolve my frame; They melt the soul which threats could never shake.

11. A

12.

generous warmth opens the hero's soul,
And soft compassion flows where courage dwells.

The generous heart

HIGGONS.

C. JOHNSON.

Should scorn a pleasure which gives others pain.

13. Great conquerors greater glory gain
By foes in triumph led than slain;
The laurels that adorn their brows,
Are pull'd from living, not dead, boughs.

THOMSON.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

14. Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts, Old age is slow in both.

15.

ADDISON'S Cato.

Yet oh! when thou shalt die,
May death be mild as thou art cruel now;
And may thy beauties gently sink to earth,
While circling angels waft thee to repose!

16. Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, But God will never.

NAT. LEE.

COWPER'S Task.

17. The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, And feel for what their duty bids them do.

BYRON'S Marino Faliero.

18. Pity! is it pity to recall to feeling
The wretch too happy to escape to death
By the compassionate trance, poor nature's last
Resource against the tyranny of pain?

19.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

Go to you are a child,
Infirm of feeling and of purpose, blown
About by every breath, shook by a sigh
And melted by a tear-a precious judge.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

20. With tears for nought but others' ills; And then they flow'd like mountain rills, Unless he could assuage their woe.

BYRON's Prisoner of Chillon.

21. Hate shuts her soul when dove-ey'd Mercy pleads.

CHARLES SPrague.

22. Forgive and forget!-why the world would be lonely,
The garden a wilderness left to deform,
If the flowers but remember'd the chilling winds only,
And the fields gave no verdure for fear of the storm.
CHARLES SWAIN.

2.

CARTWRIGHT.

How eloquent in every look

Thro' her expressive eyes, her soul distinctly spoke.

LORD LYTTLETON.

3. Whate'er the emotions of her heart,
Still shone conspicuous in her eyes—

Stranger to every female art,

Alike to feign, or to disguise.

SHAW.

4. Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes.

BYRON.

5. If tenderness touch'd her, the dark of her eye At once took a darker, a heavenlier dye,

From the depth of whose shadow, like holy revealings,
From the innermost shrine, came the light of her feelings.

FREEDOM-LIBERTY.

Oh! give me liberty!

1.

For were even Paradise my prison,

Still I should long to leap the crystal walls.

MOORE.

DRYDEN.