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He ceas’d; the solemn silence now was broke,
Which reign'd triumphant while the hero spoke;
And then was heard, annidst the general pause,
One simultaneous burst of loud applause.
J. T. WATSON
Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
Kiss the tear from her lip, you 'll find the rose
The sweeter for the dew.
These poor, half kisses kill me quite ;
Was ever man so serv'd ?
Amidst an ocean of delight,
For pleasure to be starv'd !
Sweet were his kisses on my balmy lips
As are the breezes breath'd amidst the groves
Of rip’ning spices on the height of day.
The fragrant infancy of op'ning flowers
Flow'd to my senses in that melting kiss !
I felt, the while, a pleasing kind of smart ;
The kiss went tingling to my very heart.
When it was gone, the sense of it did stay,
The sweetness cling'd upon my lips all day,
Like drops of honey loth to fall away.
The kiss you take is paid by that you give;
The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.
He scarce afforded one kind parting wo:d,
But went away so cold, the kiss he gave me
Seem'd the forc'd compliment of sated love.
Her lips, so rich in blisses,
Sweet petitioners for kisses !
Pouting nest of bland persuasion,
Ripely suing love's invasion.
Moore's Anacreon. I ne'er on that lip for a moment have gaz'd,
But a thousand temptations beset me,
And I've thought, as the dear little rubies you've rais'd,
How delicious 't would be—if you 'd let me !
A long, long kiss—a kiss of youth and love,
And beauty, all concentrating, like rays
Into one focus kindling from above.
Byron's Don Juan Kiss rhymes to bliss in fact, as well as verse.
Byron's Don Juan. I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse
The tyrant's wish “ that mankind only had
One neck, which he with one fell stroke might pierce :"
My wish is quite as wide, but not as bad ;-...
That womankind had but one rosy mouth,
To kiss them all at once from North to South.
Byron's Don Juan.
She rose-she sprung-she clung to his embrace
Till his heart heav'd beneath her hidden face;
He dar'd not raise to his that deep blue eye,
Which, downcast, droop'd in tearless agony.
Her long fair hair lay floating o'er her arms
In all the wildness of disheveli'd charms.
Scarce beat that bosom where his image dwert,
So full-that feeling seem'd almost unfelt.
And Paulo by degrees gently embrac'd
With one permitted arm, her lovely waist;
And both their cheeks, like peaches on a tree,
Lean'd with a touch together thrillingly.
-The twofold bliss,
The promis'd wedding, and the present kiss.
The roses on your cheeks were never made
To bless the eye alone, and then to fade ;
Nor had the cherries on your lips their being,
To please no other sense than that of seeing.
-And her white arms hung
On his lov'd neck, as tho' in that one clasp
The whole wide world of joy was in her grasp.
MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.
It was enough-each wild and throbbing heart
Was closely beating 'gainst its dearer part.
MRS. C. H. W. Esling
And with a velvet lip print on his brow
Such language as the tongue hath never spoken.
Balmy seal of soft affection,
Tenderest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connexion,
Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss!
As o'er her drooping form he softly bent,
The pressure of his lip was on her brow,
While to her cheek the warm blood came and went,
Varying each moment with her rich thought's flow,
'While tell-tale dimples in her cheek appearing,
Told that a sweet love-thought her heart was stirrmg.
MRS. AMELIA B. WEI BY
I know thou dost love me—ay! frown if thou wilt,
And curl that beautiful lip,
Which I never can gaze on without the guilt
Of burning its dew to sip!
C. F. HOFFMAN
Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail,
That, idly waiting, flaps with every gale,
Downward they move, a melancholy band,
Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand.
GOLDSMITH's Deserted Village
Good heaven! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day,
That call’d them from their native walks away!
When the poor exiles, every pleasure past,
Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their last,
And took a long farewell, and wish'd in vain
For seats like those beyond the western main;
And, shudd'ring still to face the distant deep,
Return’d and wept, and still return'd to weep.
Goldsmith's Deserted I':llage Behold the duteous son, the sire decay’d, The modest matron, and the blushing maid, Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main.
GOLDSMITH's Traveller Slow night drew on, And round the rude hut of the emigrant The wrathful spirit of the rising storm Spake bitter things. His weary children slepi, And he, with head declin'd, sat, list'ning long To the swoln waters of the Illinois, Dashing against their shores.
Mrs. L. H. SIGOU'RNET.
EMULATION - ENEMY - HATRED, &a
Let us depart! the universal sun
Consines not to one land his blessed beams;
Nor is man rooted, like a tree, whose seed
The winds on some ungenial soil have cast,
There, where he cannot prosper.
With all that's ours, together let us rise,
Seek brighter plains, and more indulgent skies;
Where fair Ohio rolls his amber tide,
And nature blossoms in her virgin pride ;
Where all that Beauty's hand can form to please,
Shall crown the toils of war with rural ease.
EMULATION.- (See AMBITION.)
For never can true reconcilement grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.
Milton's Paradise Lost.
He, who would free from malice
Must live obscure, and never merit praise.
Lands, intersected by a narrow frith,
Abhor each other. Mountains, interpos’d,
Make enemies of nations, which had else
Like kindred drops been mingled ir to one.
Ofend her, and she knows not to forgive ;
Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live