I. L.-Good health, and its associate in the most, 26. G.-Doth she not watch o'er thine every endeavor? 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. L.-Oh, pleasant is the welcome kiss. When day's dull round is o'er, That meets us at the door. D. R. Drake, J. 1. G.-Oh, woman's heart is like the rose That glows beneath the tropic's flame, The will to comfort never changes. L.-Lady, he loves thee for thy gold, And not until thy life is told E. A. Poc. 2. G.-She is a woman-therefore may be wooed! L.-To kneel in homage at your feet, Shakspeare. To start when rival steps draw near, And brighter eyes, and then forsake; J. And while new hope new fancy warms, 3. G.-Take her esteem, if you on that can live, Dryden. L. You know you love in vain, striving against hope, The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, 4. Shakspeare. Never forget your love, but always cling Percival. Gone! is the smile that once lighted thy way, Cold! is the brow on which love has oft spoken, J. Cold! is the hand which to thine trembling stole, Dead! grows thy heart to the world's garish splendor, 5. G.-Coquet and coy at once her air, Both studied, though both seem neglected, Affecting to seem unaffected. L.-His talk is like a stream that runs Congreve With rapid change from rocks to roses; Passes from Mahomet to Moses; 6. Praed. G.—Her only labor is to kill the time, And labor dire it is, and weary woe. Thomson. A trade which he hopes he may use with a safe con science, as he is indeed a mender of bad soles. Shakspeare. J. 7. G.-A beautiful garden, with weeds overrun, And an elegant fish-pond, dried up by the sun; L.-Ye'll draw a bonny silken purse, Dibdin. Ye'll ca' your coach, ye'll ca' your horse. 8. G.-A form and face in which do meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles. L.-Brave, not romantic, Learned not pedantic, Frolic not frantic, And ever true; Engaging and new; Sage, but not cynical, Burns. Wordsworth. |