. . Page To Mary WORDS WORTH. 63 Sorrow HENRY NEELE. 64 Love Concealed TOBIN 65 Song SHAKSPERE. 66 Echo T. MOORE. 67 The Seals J.S. KNOWLES. 68 The Seals T. B. SMITH, 70 A Nymph's Passion BEN JONSON. 72 To Althea, from Prison LOVELACE. 74 Madeline KEATS, 76 Love's Growth J. S. KNOWLES. 78 Viola SHAKSPERE. 79 Fragment SHELLEY. 81 Ode from Anacreon T. MOORE. 82 “Let me twine a Wreath of Roses” H, MUNROE. 83 The Night Piece-to Julia HERRICK. 84 On a Tear ROGERS. 85 Canzonet SHAKSPERE, 86 Love LAN DON. 87 Song DANIEL. 88 The Dimple W. E. SURTEES, M.A. 89 Disdain Returned CAREW. 90 The Confession E.S, BARRET. 91 “Sweet are the Charms of her I love” BOOTH. 92 Faint Amorist SIR P. SIDNEY 94 The Diffidence of Love H.K. WHITE. 95 The Sirens BROWNE. 96 Venus and Adonis BROWNE. 97 Sonnet SPENSER. 98 . Page Upon thy Truth relying” BAYLY. 99 Genevieve COLERIDGE. 101 A Languishing Lover THOMSON. 102 Song BURNS. 103 The Pledge of Love BYRON. 104 To • * * from Meleager MERIVALE. 105 The Rose COLBRIDGE. 106 Woman A. A. WATTS. 108 True Love C. NEALE. 109 The Silent Lover RALEIGH 110 The Captive Bee HERRICK 112 “God gives us Love" TENNYSON. 113 May Eve; or, Kate of Aberdeen CUNNINGHAM. 114 Song of the Gheber H. MUNROL. 115 On Parting BYRON. 117 To Frances SIR W.JONES 118 Rosy Hannah BLOOMFIELD. 119 * My Beautiful Mary”. H. MUNROE. 121 The Lilac BURNS. 122 Canzonet CROFT, 123 “In sweet Remembrance of Thee" H.MUNROE. 124 “She is bright and young" F.W.FABER, M.A. 126 Love and Death TENNYSON 127 Lover's Parting SHAKSPERE, 128 . A LOVE GIFT. "The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the conceal'd comforts of a man LOVE'S BEGINNING. What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true? Stand I condemned for pride and scorn so much? Contempt, farewell! and maiden pride, adieu ! No glory lives behind the back of such. And, Benedict, love on, I will requite thee; Taming my wild heart to thy loving hand : If thou dost love, my kindness shall incite thee To bind our loves up in a holy band : For others say thou dost deserve; and I Believe it better than reportingły. SHAKSPERE. THE FIRST AVOWAL. It was no fancy, he had named the name flame: sweet; Her heart beat high, but pleasant was its beat. She murmur'd over many a snatch of song That might to her own feelings now belong; She thought upon old histories she had read, And placed herself in each high heroine's stead; Then woke her lute, oh! there is little known Of music's power till aided by love's own, B |
