29. The blackest ink of fate was sure my lot, And when fate writ my name, it made a blot. 30. Alone she sate-alone !-that worn-out word, Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known, 31. I may not weep-I cannot sigh, A weight is pressing on my breast; The New Timon. N. P. WILLIS. You to unfold the anguish of your heart; SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 2. Direct not him whose way himself will choose; "T is breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose. 4. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart. SHAKSPEARE. 5. Men counsel and speak comfort to that grief 6. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; SHAKSPEARE. AFFECTION. 1. There is in life no blessing like affection; MISS L. E. LANDON. 2. Oh! there are looks and tones that dart 3. Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert. T. MOORE. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 4. Oh, sweet are the tones of affection sincere, When they come from the depth of the heart; 5. "T were sweet to kiss thy tears away, BULWER. MRS. C. H. W. ESLING. 6. How cling we to a thing our hearts have nursed! 7. Oh, if there were one gentle eye Which sorrow oft will heave- BALFE'S Bohemian Girl. 8. -Those tones of dear delight, The morning welcome, and the sweet good night! 9. No love is like a sister's love, Unselfish, free, and pure— A flame that, lighted from above, It knows no frown of jealous fear, No blush of conscious guile; CHARLES SPRAGUE. Its wrongs are pardon'd through a tear, 10. The sorrows of thy wounded heart I'll teach thee to forget, And win thee back by gentle art From passion's vain regret. And Time shall bring on faithful wing, From o'er the flood of tears, FRY'S Leonora. The pledge of peace, when grief may cease, FRY'S Leonora. 1. -And his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. 2. When forty winters shall besiege your brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, SHAKSPEARE. Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held. 3. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, SHAKSPEARE. Which by and by black night doth take away, SHAKSPEARE. 4. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. SHAKSPEARE. 5. Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet. DRYDEN. 6. Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 7. But grant to life some perquisites of joy; YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 8. Age sits with decent grace upon his visage, ROWE. 9. The hand of time alone disarms 10. Thus aged men, full loth and slow And count their youthful follies o'er, BROOME. SCOTT's Rokeby. 11. "Tis the sunset of life gives us mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. CAMPBELL'S Pleasures of Hope. 12. Although my heart in earlier youth Might kindle with more warm desire, Believe me, I have gain'd in truth 13. Much more than I have lost in fire. Has since been turn'd to reason's vow, -I left him in a green old age, And looking like the oak, worn, but still steady MOORE.. Fell fast around him. BYRON'S Werner. 14. Tho' time has touch'd her too, she still retains Much beauty and more majesty. 15. A blighted trunk upon a cursed root, Which but supplies a feeling to decay. BYRON. BYRON'S Manfred. 16. Now then the ills of age, its pains, its care, The drooping spirit for its fate prepare; |