ENEMY - HATRED - MALICE. 229 A smile, a ghastly, withering smile, MRS. HOLFORD'S Margaret of Anjou. Oh, that we were on the dark wave together, MATURIN'S Bertram. Fear'd, shunn'd, belied, ere youth had lost her force, And thought the vice of wrath a sacred call, BYRON'S Corsair. There was a laughing Devil in his sneer, There is no passion More spectral or fantastical than Hate; BYRON'S Corsair. 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 Would raise us from the gulf wherein we 're plung'd, BYRON'S Two Foscan. BYRON'S Two Foscuri. They'd have him live, because he fears not death. They did not know how hate can burn In hearts once chang'd from soft to stern, The convert of revenge can feel. BYRON'S Siege of Corinth 230 ENGAGEMENT. Ah! fondly youthful hearts can press, With half the fervour hate bestows BYRON'S Giaour. Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure. Thy thought-revealing eye, That plac'd me, spell-bound, at your feet, Then take my flower, and let its leaves The thoughts it whispers to thine ear. W. G. CLARK, The Token-1830. T'was then the blush suffus'd her cheek, On this warm cheek, and glowing brow. LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON ENJOYMENT, &c. 231 ENJOYMENT-HAPPINESS-PROSPERITY. Prosperity is the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion, and whose heart together, Affliction alters. 'Tis not to any rank confin'd, Consider man in every sphere, That makes you wretched: God is just: Show me a happier man than you. Luxuriant joy, SHAKSPEARK GAY's Fables. GAY'S Fables And pleasure in excess, sparkling, exult SOMERVILE'S Chase. How beat our hearts, big with tumultuous joy! SOMERVILE'S Chase. But such a sacred and homefelt delight, I never felt till now. Whate'er the motive, pleasure is the mark: MILTON YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. 232 ENJOYMENT, &c. The spider's most attenuated web is cord-is cable, to man's tender tie YOUNG'S Night Thoughts They live too long who happiness outlive; If solid happiness we prize, And they are fools who roam; The world has nothing to bestow; And that dear hut-our home. A perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, He that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, LORD STERLine. DRYDEN. COTTON. COWPER'S Task. Nor plagues that haunts the rich man's door, COWPER'S Horace. Pleasures, or wrong or rightly understood, POPE'S Essay on Man Who that define it, say they more or less Know then this truth, (enough for man to know,) POPE'S Essay on Man. Virtue alone is happiness below. POPE'S Essay on Man ENJOYMENT - HAPPINESS &c. Condition, circumstance is not the thing- POPE'S Essay on Man For the wild bliss of nature needs alloy, I cannot think of sorrow now; and doubt CAMPBELL 233 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! And may the stream of thy maturing life The rapture dwelling within my breast, R. T. PAINE. A. W. NONEY. |