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WORDS WORTH. 63 Sorrow
HENRY NEELE. 64 Love Concealed
SHAKSPERE. 66 Echo
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
76 Love's Growth
J. S. KNOWLES. 78 Viola
SHAKSPERE. 79 Fragment
81 Ode from Anacreon
82 “Let me twine a Wreath of Roses”
H, MUNROE. 83 The Night Piece-to Julia HERRICK.
84 On a Tear
SHAKSPERE, 86 Love
88 The Dimple
W. E. SURTEES, M.A. 89 Disdain Returned
90 The Confession
E.S, BARRET. 91 “Sweet are the Charms of her I love”
92 Faint Amorist
SIR P. SIDNEY 94 The Diffidence of Love
H.K. WHITE. 95 The Sirens
96 Venus and Adonis
Page Upon thy Truth relying” BAYLY.
COLERIDGE. 101 A Languishing Lover
THOMSON. 102 Song
103 The Pledge of Love
104 To • * * from Meleager MERIVALE. 105 The Rose
COLBRIDGE. 106 Woman
A. A. WATTS. 108 True Love
109 The Silent Lover
RALEIGH 110 The Captive Bee
112 “God gives us Love"
TENNYSON. 113 May Eve; or, Kate of Aberdeen CUNNINGHAM. 114 Song of the Gheber
H. MUNROL. 115 On Parting
117 To Frances
SIR W.JONES 118 Rosy Hannah
BLOOMFIELD. 119 * My Beautiful Mary”.
H. MUNROE. 121 The Lilac
123 “In sweet Remembrance of Thee"
124 “She is bright and young" F.W.FABER, M.A. 126 Love and Death
TENNYSON 127 Lover's Parting
A LOVE GIFT.
"The treasures of the deep are not so precious
As are the conceal'd comforts of a man
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.
THE FIRST AVOWAL.
It was no fancy, he had named the name
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,