LOVE.

Oh, sigh not for love, if you wish not to know
Every torment that waits on us mortals below;—
If
you
fain would avoid all the dangers and snares
That attend human life, and escape all its cares.

No, thou wert not my first love,

I'd lov'd before we met,

And learn'd to shed the bitter tear

Of anguish and regret.

Love! thou art not a king alone,

Both slave and king thou art!

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MISS L. E. LANDON.

Who seeks to sway must stoop to own
The kingdom of the heart.

The New Timon.

Our very wretchedness grows dear to us,

When suffering for one we love.

The New Timon.

So gaze met gaze,

And heart saw heart, translucid through the rays.

One same, harmonious, universal law.

Atom to atom, star to star can draw,

And heart to heart! Swift darts, as from the sun,

The strong attraction, and the charm is done!

To say he lov'd,

The New Timon.

Was to affirm what oft his eye avouch'd,
What many an action testified; and yet,
What wanted confirmation of his tongue.

J. SHERIDAN KNOWLES.

Love is a star, whose gentle ray
Beams constant o'er our lonely way;
Love is a gem, whose pearly light
Oft charms us in the darkest night.

Saturday Courier.

Oh! would that love were ever still the same-
Unchang'd, unbiass'd, constant and sincere ;
Would that the heart, that owns a sacred flame,
Might never dim its brightness with a tear!
But human hearts, alas! too often show
That love may sometimes banquet upon wo.

DAWES' Geraldine

Love not, love not-the thing you love may change,
The rosy lip may cease to smile on you;
The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange,
The heart still warmly beat, and not for you.

Ere yet my boyhood's years had flown,
I gaz'd on thee as some fair star,
And wildly worshipp'd as it shone
Above my humble world afar.
But while I gaz'd and still ador'd,
On bolder wings wrapt Fancy soar'd,

MRS. NORTON

To make that bright and blissful sphere mine own.

I dare not linger near thee, as a brother,

FRY'S Leonora

I feel my burning heart would still be thine;

How could I hope my passionate thoughts to smother,
When yielding all the sweetness to another

Which should be mine!

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

For love, at first, is but a dreamy thing,

That slily nestles in the human heart,

A morning lark, which never plumes his wing
Till hopes and fears, like lights and shadows, part.

MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY

Love drew your image on "my heart of hearts,"
And memory preserves it beautiful.

MRS. OSGOOD.

LUST.

Sincere! When day and night fail to succeed

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When the stars shall all fall, and the earth cease to moveWhen the wolf and the lambkin together shall feed,

And truth turn to error - then, then doubt my love!
But, as long as cold chills us—as long as fire burns
As long as his spots to the leopard adhere-
As long as the needle to its dear North poie turns
As long as there's Truth—call it not insincere!

That love is sordid which doth need
Gold's filthy dust its fires to feed:

That acts a higher, nobler part,

Which comes, unfetter'd, from the heart.

J. T. WATSON

J. T. WATSON.

LUST.

Call it not Love, for love to heaven is fled,
Since sweating Lust on earth usurps her name;
Under whose simple semblance he hath fed
Upon fresh beauty, blotting it with blame.

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,

SHAKSPEARE.

But Lust's effect is tempest after sun;
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done;
Love surfeits not — Lust, like a glutton, dies;

Love is all truth-Lust full of foulest lies.

But Beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree

SHAKSPEARE.

Laden with blooming gold, doth need the guard
Of dragon-watch, with unenchanted eye,
To save her blossoms, and defend her fruit
From the rash hand of bold Incontinence.

MILTON'S Comus.

Lust is, of all the frailties of our nature,
What most we ought to fear; the headstrong beast
Rushes along, impatient of the course;

Nor hears the rider's call, nor feels the rein.

There are in love the extremes of touch'd desire
The noblest brightness, or the coarsest fire;

In vulgar bosoms vulgar wishes move,

Nature guides choice, and, as men think, they love.
In the loose passion men profane the name,
Mistake the purpose, and pollute the flame;
In nobler bosoms, friendship's form it takes,
And sex alone the lovely difference makes.

ROWE

AARON HILL

Oh, lost to honour's voice! Oh, doom'd to shame!
Thou fiend accurst! thou murderer of fame!

From innocence to tear

That name, than liberty, than life more dear.
Where shall thy baseness meet its just return?
Or what repay thy guilt, but endless scorn?

Within the heart which Love illumes,

And blesses with his sacred rays,

If meaner passion e'er presumes,

РОРЕ.

It fades before the hallow'd blaze.

Совв.

Infected with that leprosy of lust

Which taints the hoariest years of vicious men,
Making them ransack, to the very last,

The dregs of pleasure for their vanish'd joys.

BYRON'S Marino Faliero.

And, 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A perfume-box, which, ever and anon,
He gave his nose, and took 't away again.

SHAKSPEARE.

What will not luxury use? Earth, sea, and air,
Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare;
Blood stuff'd in skins is British Christians' food,
And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.

GAY'S Trivia.

If every just man, that now pines with want,
Had but a moderate and beseeming share
Of that which lewdly pamper'd Luxury
Now heaps upon some few with vast excess,
Nature's full blessings would be well dispens'd,
And then the Giver would be better thank'd.

MILTON'S Comus.

War destroys man, but luxury, mankind -
At once corrupts the body and the mind.