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DECLARATION - PROPOSAL.
An open foe may prove a curse,
J. T. WATSON.
Thou-thou hast metamorphos'd me;
SHAKSPEARE. On your hand, that
altar, I vow,
M. G. LEWIS.
Nor wilt, nor canst relieve me ;
This heart, no longer free,
I court others in verse, but I love thee in prose,
HENRY KIRK White.
I do defy him, and spit at him ;
YOUNG. He halts, and turns with clenched hand, And shouts of loud defiance pours, And shakes his gauntlet at the towers.
Scott's Marmion. Come one, come all—this rock skall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
DELAY – PROCRASTINATION.
O, my good lord, that comfort comes too late :
Take thy time, while time is lent thee;
Fly their fault, lest thou repent thee.
Yound's Night Thoughts
Young's Night Thoughts
one “to-morrow” more,
Oh! how many deeds
LORD JOHN RUSSELL.
Like the lily, once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, I'll hang my head, and perish.
SHAKSPEARE. Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
Young's Night Thoughts. May the snowy wings Of innocence and love protect thee !
AKENSIDE. Ah! little will the lip reveal Of all the burning heart may feel.
Miss L. E. LANDON. Her eye may grow dim, and her cheek may grow pale, But tell they not both the same fond tale ?Love's lights have fled from her eye
and her cheek, To burn and die on the heart which they seek.
Miss L. E. LANDON. She bore herself So gently, that the lily on its stalk Bends not so easily its dewy head.
J. G. PERCIVAL. Sweet beauty sleeps upon thy brow,
And floats before my eyes ;
I do believe you think what now you speak,
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
Sir R. HOWARD.
It were all one,