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ENEMY - HATRED- MALICE.
A smile, a ghastly, withering smile,
Mrs. Holford's Margaret of Anjou.
Maturin's Bertram. Fear'd, shunn'd, belied, ere youth had lost her force, He hated men too much to feel remorse, And thought the vice of wrath a sacred call, To pay the injuries of some on all.
Byron's Corsair. There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, That caus’d emotions both of rage and fear; And where his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!
Byron's Corsair. There is no passion More spectral or fantastical than Hate ; Not even its opp’site, Love, so peoples air With phantoms, as this madness of the heart.
Byron's Two Foscari,
If a grasp of yours
Byron's Two Foscarr. They'd have him live, because he fears not death.
Byron's Two Foscuri. They did not know how hate can burn In hearts once chang'd from soft to stern, Nor all the false and fatal zeal The convert of revenge can feel.
Byron's Siege of Corinth
Ah! fondly youthful hearts can press,
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure ;
BYRON'S Don Juan
Won by the charm
THOMSON's Lavinia ”T was thy high purity of soul,
Thy thought-revealing eye,
W.G. CLARK. Then take my flower, and let its leaves
Beside thy heart be cherish'd near-
LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON, ENJOYMENT, &c.
ENJOYMENT - HAPPINESS
Prosperity is the very bond of love,
Gay's Fables. Consider man in every sphere, Then tell me is your lot severe 'Tis murmur, discontent, distrust, That makes you wretched : God is just: We're born a restless, needy crew; Show me a happier man than you.
Gay's Fables Luxuriant joy, And pleasure in excess, sparkling, exult On every brow, and revel unrestrain'd.
SOMERVILE's Chase. How beat our hearts, big with tumultuous joy !
SOMERVILE's Chase, But such a sacred and homefelt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never felt till now.
MILTON Whate'er the motive, pleasure is the mark: For her the black assassin draws his sword; For her dark statesmen trim their midnight lamp; For her the saint abstains; the miser starves ; The stoic proud, for pleasure, pleasure scorns ; For her afflictiol's daughters grief indulge, And find, or hope, a luxury in tears ;For her, guilt, shame, toil, danger, we defy.
Young's Night Thoughts.
The spider's most attenuated web
Young's Night Thoughts
And they are fools who roam ;
The little and the great,
Pope's Essay on Man
Pope's Essay on Man.
Pope's Essay on Nlan
ENJOYMENT - HAPPINESS &c.
Condition, circumstance is not the thing~
Pope's Essay on Man
CAMPBELL I cannot think of sorrow now; and doubt Ii e'er I felt it-'t is so dazzled from My memory, by this oblivious transport.
BYRON'S Werner. There is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
Byron's Don Juan. Love-fame-ambition—avarice-'t is the same, For all are meteors with a different name.
Byron's Childe Harold. Am I already mad ? And does delirium utter such sweet words Into a dreamer's ear?
Bulwer's Lady of Lyons, Oh! happy pair, to every blessing born!
For you may life's calm stream unruffled run; For you
its roses bloom without a thorn, And bright as morning shine its evening sun!
R. T. PAINE. And
may the stream of thy maturing life
A. W. NONEY,