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G.–Would you teach her to love?

For a time seem to rove;
At first she may frown in a pet;

But leave her awhile,

She shortly will smile,
And thus you may win your coquette.

Byron.

L.—The blushing cheek, the sweetness of the face,

The gentle look, coy air, and modest grace,
Are stratagems that prove victorious still —
The surest shafts that beauty takes to kill.

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N.

1.

G.–By praise—whose voice is sweet to every ear,

The women love it, and the men revere.

L.—The surest way to make yourself beloved

Is so to act that you may love yourself.

2.

G.-Her heart has settled in a sea of pride,
Till every part is cold and petrified.

H. F. Gould.

And dost thou say her heart is cold,

Because thine eye cannot discover
(As round its jealous glance is rolled

On glittering crowds) one welcome lover ?
And dost thou think she cannot love
Because thy suit her lips reprove ?
Oh, valueless the wind-harp's tone,

Which, swept by Summer's careless breezes
Gives forth a wild, uncertain moan,

As often as the zephyr pleases.
Who marks its faint and careless sigh?
Once heard, it hath no melody.

But when the stricken lyre, which long

Hath hung upon the wall, decaying,
Breathes out its soul of love and song,

Obedient to the minstrel's playing,

N.

And to its master's touch alone
Responds with loud and plaintive tone.

Even so the heart, that, sad and cold,

Warms not beneath thy careless wooing,
Hath known Love's power in days of old,

And worshipped—to its own undoing;
And many a passion, quiet now,
Hath glowed upon her faded brow.

And still perchance the day may come,

When, from its halls of silence taken,
That heart in, its deserted home,

To life and love and joy shall waken,
It hatb the music at command
But thine is not the master's hand.

Mrs. Norton.

L. Though he loved you once sincerely,

ind his heart was all your own,
'Twas the love of childhood merely,

Which like childhood soon has flown.

3.

G.–Of her modish hat, whose breadth contains

The measure of its owner's brains.

L.-His corn and cattle are his only care.
And his supreme delight a country fair,

Dryden.

N.

4.

G-Oh, joy is bright in her laughing eye,

And kindles her youthful bosom,
As a cheerful glance from the golden sky,

On the summer's gentle blossom.
She has dreams which float like a song in the air,

To her buoyant spirit stealing ;
While earth is sweet, and its scenes are fair

To her raptured view revealing.

L.-Good humor reigneth on his brow,

Yet mingled with due gravity,
Smiles play around his handsome mouth,

Though far from levity;
When sad—the bright smile beaming on his face
Falls on your heart like sunshine in a gloomy place.

5.

G--She thinks that kindred graces prove

Your heart's for one designed,
Allied by ties of mutual love,

And sympathy of mind.

L.-He had rather have a fool to make him merry than a lonely experience to make him sad. Shakspeare.

6.

G.–To pray for thy heart's hopes when hers are gone,

Nor let its after-coldness chill her own;

N

To hold thy love, with every fault, more dear
Thàn all who whisper fondness in her ear;
To joy her in thy joy, and silently
Meet the upbraiding of thine angry eye;
To bear unshrinking all the blows of fate
Save that which leaves her sorrow desolate;
To smile on thee ;—nor weep, save when apart,
God, and God only, looks into her heart !
Oh! such is woman's love!

Mrs. Norton.

L.-Love on his lips, and hatred in his heart,

His motto-constancy ; his creed—to part;
Rash, cruel, wavering, subtle, insincere,
The winds of heaven do not so widely veer;
Strong in his words, but in his actions weak,
His greatest talent not to do—but speak,
Language that burns the unwary to entice;
A head all fire and a heart all ice. Byron.

7.

G.

It is a fearful things
To love as she loves thee; to feel the world-
The bright, the beautiful, joy-giving world-
A blank without thee. Never more to her
Can hope, joy, fear, wear different seeming. Now
She has no hope that does not dream for thee;
She has no joy that is not shared by thee;
She has no fear that does not dread for thee ;
Her flowers she only gathers for thy sake ;
The book drops listless down, she cannot read

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