TABLE OF CONTENTS. 158 160 ...... 161 Absence .......... Page 7 Bounty.... Custom ... ...... 111 ? Ennui. ..... 113 Evening....... .... 156 Debts..... ..... 124 3 Evil ......... ...... 157 ..... 124 ) Example ...... ........ 157 Alarm....... 17 S Exile ........ ..... 1323 Extravagance ........ 101 ..... 132 3 Extremes........ .... 16, Defendants. ..... 1323 Eyes ............ Clergy and Churchmen Desire .... Antipathy... Despair..... · 133 Fajries .... Destiny......... ... 138 Fall .... Determination........ 1383 Fame......... ..... 166 Detraction....... ..... 138 } Fancy ..... Commonwealth.. Complaint..... Discontent ........... 139 Favour ..... .... 172 Discord .............. 140 Fear ................. 172 Discretion ............ 140 Feasting.............. 174 Disease ....... ..... 140 s Features ............. 175 Disposition .... ... 140 Fickleness... ... 175 3 Drums ..... ...... 143 Flag ................ 179 3 Drunkenness ......... 143 Flattery and Flatterer 96 Earth ........ .... 146 Forgiveness ..... 184 97 Earthquake ..... 146 Formality ....- .. 97 S Eating ............... 146 i Fortitude....... 100 Ecstacy ......, ...... 146 Fortune .............. 185 Cowards ..... .... 104 Egotism ... 52 } Coxcomb ........ ..... 104 Elegance ..... Blasbing .... 54 Credulity ... · 106 Emigration......... 149 Friendsnip....... 169 ... 179 419 502 G. 195 . 196 190 199 M. T. H. ....... 1943 Knaves....... ... 283 Popularity............ 417 Sporto .............. 502 Futurity...... ....... 1943 Knighthood...... ... 283 Portrait ..... 422 Storin ................ 503 197 Letters .............. 290 Prison Grace .......... 20-1 Luxury........ Grief ........ ...... 2103 Man........ Meinory .............. 344 3 Rage ................. 4363 Taxation...... Happiness ..... ..... 220 Mind ...... Harvest ..... .... 233 } Mirth ...... Reciprocity..... 442 Temptation. Refinement........... 442 } Thought....... 352 Reflection .......... 442 ) Threatening Bell .................. 229 Moon. Moonlight. Regicide.............. 442 Time........ .... 5:12 Hermit ............... 230 Morning.... Heroeg ............... 230 Mother ..... 361 Remembrance ... ...445 Titles ..... History.. Historian... 232 Mountains 363 Repentance .......... 446 Token...... Reproof .............. 4483 Tomorrow.. 236 Murder............... 365 Reputation .......... 448 3 Torture ........ Resolution ........... 449 Transport ..... Hospital.............. 243 Name ..... 3 Night ................ 377 Rumour ......... Impudence ....... 256 Ocean......... Inconstancy ...... .... 257 Offence....... Independence..... .... 257 Office ...... Industry ......... 258 { Opinion ... 260 Orator........ 390 Senses................ 470 Sensibility............ 4703 War ............ Servants. Service.... 471 ) Water....... ........ 548 Sexton ....... ....... 471 Wealth .... Innocence ......... 205 Parasite ... Shame.......... ...... 471 Widow..... 391 Shepherd ..... ... 472 Wife..... 398 Silence ............... 476 Wisdom .... Sin... ......... 4773 Wit......... ... 5.56 ....... 477 Witches .... ....... 5 Single Life..... .... 478} Woman ..... ... 5.59 Playerg..... ........ 409} Sorrow ..... Kindness ............. 277 Poets ......... 411 Spleen............ Kinge ................ 278 { Politeness ..... .... 416 Splendour POETICAL QUOTATIONS ANA ABSENCE. | I do not doubt his love, but I could wish His presence might confirm it: when I sco Like as the culver on the bared bough, A fire well fed, shoot up its wanton flame, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate, And dart itself into the face of heaven; And in her songs sends many a wishful vow I grant that fire, without a fresh supply, For his return that seems to linger late; May for a while be still a fire; but yet So I, alone now left, disconsolate, How doth its lustre languish, and itself Mourn to myself the absence of my love; Grow dark, if it too long want the embrace And wandering here and there all desolate, Of its loved pylo! how straight it buried lies Seek, with my plaints, to match that mournful dove. Edmund Spenser. In its own ruins! Robert Mead's Comfort of Love and Friendship If she be gone, the world, in my esteem, Is all bare walls; nothing remains in it But dust and feathers. Our two souls, therefore, which are one, John Crown's Ambitious Statesman. Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion; O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, Like gold to airy thinness beat. Leave not the mansion so long tenantless; If they be two, they are two so Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall, As stiff twin compasses are two; And leave no memory of what it was! The soul, the fixt foot, makes no show Repair me with thy presence, Sylvia ; To move, but doth, if th' other do. Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain. Shakspeare's Two Gent. of Verona And though it in the centre sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, What! keep a week away? Seven days and It leans and hearkens after it, nights ? And grows erect, as that comes home. Eight score eight hours ? and lovers' absent hours, Such wilt thou be to me, who must, More tedious than the dial eight score times ? Like th' other foot, obliquely run : O weary reckoning! Shaks. Othella Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun. Without your sight my life is less secure ; Dr. John Donne. Those wounds you gave, your eyes can only cure, It is as if a night should shade noon-day, No balm in absence will effectual prove, Or that the sun was here, but forced away; Nature provides no weapon salve for love. And we were left, under that hemisphere, Sir Robert Howard's Vestal Virgrn Where we must feel it dark for half a year. Thus absence dies, and dying proves No absence can subsist with loves That do partake of fair perfection ; To see each other in reflection. Sucking (7) Every moment O tell him I have sat these three long hours, I'm from thy sight, the heart within my bosom Counting the weary beatings of the clock, Moans like a tender infant in its cradle, Which slowly portion'd out the promis'd time Whose nurse had left it. That brought him not to bless me with his sight Otway's Venice Preserved. Joanna Baillie's Rayner Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; Yes, And every little absence is an age. The limner's art may trace the absent feature, And give the eye of distant weeping faith But oh! the scenes 'mid which they met and parted, Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore, The thoughts—the recollections sweet and bitter, And image charms he must behold no more. hold no more. Th’ Elysian dreams of lovers, when they loved, Pope's Eloisa. Who shall restore them? Less lovely are the fugitive clouds of eve, Maturin's Bertram Of all affliction taught a lover yet, Bertram, Bertram! . 'T is sure the hardest science to forget! How sweet it is to tell the listning night Pope's Eloisa. The name beloved. It is a spell of power Unequal task! a passion to resign, To wake the buried slumberers of the heart, For hearts so touch'd, so pierced, so lost as mine! Where memory lingers o'er the grave of passion Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, Watching its tranced sleep. How often must it love, how often hate, The thoughts of other days are rushing on me, How often hope, despair, resent, regret, | The loved, the lost,--the distant, and the dead, Conceal, disdain-do all things but forget! Are with me now, and I will mingle with them Pope's Eloisa. Till my sense fails, and my raised heart is wrapt There's not an hour In secret suspension of mortality. Of day or dreaming night but I am with thee : Maturin's Bertram. There's not a wind but whispers of thy name, Long did his wife, And not a flower that sleeps beneath the moon Suckling her babe, her only one, look out But in its hues or fragrance tells a tale The way he went at parting,—but he came not! Of thee. Proctor's Mirandola. Rogers's Italy. Methinks I see thec straying on the beach, There as she sought repose, her sorrowing heart And asking of the surge that bathes thy foot Recall'd her absent love with bitter sighs; If ever it has wash'd our distant shore. Regret had deeply fix'd the poison'd dart, Cowper's Task. Which ever rankling in her bosom lies : Not to understand a treasure's worth In vain she seeks to close her weary eyes, Till time has stol'n away the slighted good, Those eyes still swim incessantly in tears, ls cause of half the poverty we feel, Hope in her cheerless bosom fading dies, Distracted by a thousand cruel fears, Mrs. Tighe's Psyche. Against the wind was cleaving, Delusive most where warmest wishes are, Her trembling pennant still look'd back Would oft anticipate his glad return, To that dear isle 't was leaving. And dream of transports she was not to know. So loath we part from all we love, Cowper's Task. From all the links that bind us; Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, ! So turn our hearts, where'er we rove, My heart, untravel'd, fondly turns to thee : To those we've left behind us. Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, T. Moore. And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. Oh! couldst thou but know ABSENTEES-ABSTINENCE - ACCIDENT - ACCLAMATIONS. long I wept thy absence, o'er and o'er again The honours of the turf as all our own. Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, Go then, well worthy of the praise ye seek, And memory, like a drop that night and day And show the shame ye might conceal at home, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away! In foreign eyes —be grooms and win the plate, Moore's Lalla Rookh. Where once your nobler fathers won a crown. A boat at midnight sent alone . Cowper's Task To drift upon the moonless sea, 4 lute, whose leading chord is gone, A wounded bird, that hath but one Imerfect wing to soar upon, ABSTINENCE. Are like what I am, without thec! Moore's Loves of the Angels. Against diseases here the strongest fence 'Tis scarcely Is the defensive virtue abstinence. Tvo hours since ye departed : two long hours Robert Herrick Tome, but only hours upon the sun. His life is parallel'd Byron's Cair. Ev'n with the stroke and line of his great justice; Wives, in their husbands' absence, grow subtler, He doth with holy abstinence subdue And iaughters sometimes run off with the butler. That in himself, which he spurs on his pow'r Byron's Don Juan. To qualify in others. Shaks. Meas. for Meas. Absent many a year | Yet in abstinence in things we must profess Far o'er the sea, his sweetest dreams were still Of that dear voice that soothed his infancy. Which nature fram'd for need, not for excess. Brown's Pastorals. We must part awhile: ACCIDENT. If we consider accident, The fonder after parting—it will grow And how repugnant unto sense Intenser in our absence, and again It pays desert with bad event, Burn with a tender glow when I return. Percival's Poems. We shall disparage providence. Sir William Davenant's Cruel Brother. When from land and home receding, And from hearts that ache to bleeding, As the unthought-on accident is guilty Think of those behind, who love thee, Of what we wildly do, so we profess While the sun is bright above thee! | Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies Then, as down the ocean glancing, | Of every wind that blows. With the waves his rays are dancing, Shaks. Winter Tale Think how long the night will be To the eyes that weep for thee. Miss Gould's Poems. Call thou me home! from thee apart ACCLAMATIONS. Faintly and low my pulses beat, It is a note As if the life-blood of my heart Of upstart greatness to observe and watch Within thine own heart holds its seat, For those poor trifles, which the noble mind Neglects and scorns. Johnson's Sejanus. Of acclamation, doubtless signs of joys The sure forerunner of a fair event. Sir John Beaumoni When all thy mountains clap their hands in joy, Some small pre-eminence; we justly boast And all thy cataracts thunder-_“That'the boy!" At least superior jockeyship, and claim 0. W. Holmes |