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BALL-DANG NG, &c.
Floating like light clouds 'twixt our gaze and heaven,
Byron's Marino Faliero
Hon. Nici. BIDDLE's Ode to Bogle Such grace and such beauty! dear creature ! you'd swear
When her delicate feet in the dance twinkled round, That her steps are of light—that her home is the air, And she only par complaisance touches the ground !
And turn from gentle Juliet's woe, To count the twirls of Fanny Ellsler's toe.
The bright and youthful dancers meet,
Mrs. C. H. W. Esling's Broken Bracelet.
And fairy forms, now here, now there,
MRS. C. H. W. Esling's Broken Bracelet.
Of all that did chance, 't were a long tale to tell,
S. G. GOODRICH. 70
BANISHMENT - EXILE.
BANISHMENT - EXILE.
Banish'd !—the damned use that word in hell;
Milton's Paradise Lost,
In a moment I seem to be there;
country to my mind;
Mat. G. LEWIS
Those scenes which I am doom'd no more to know,
Mat. G. LEWIS,
BYRON's Childe Harold
Too early lost, alas ! when once so dear;
BANNER - FLAG,
I turn in sorrow from thy glorious coast,
And urge the feet forbid to linger here.
E. N. GRIFFIN
Farewell ! my more than fatherland!
Home of my heart and friends, adieu' Ling'ring beside some foreign strana
How oft shall I remember you !
R. H. WILDE.
BANNER — FLAG.
Who, forthwith, from the glittring staff unfurl'd
Milton's Paradise Lost. ”T is the Star-Spangled Banner-Oh, long may it wave O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave !
F. KEY As long as patriot valour's arm
Shall win the battle's prize,
J. R. DRAKE. Flag of the free heart's only home,
By angel hands to valour given, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in heaven!
Where breathes the foe but falls before us,
J. R. DRAKK.
l'nto the ground she cast her modest eye,
SPENSER’s Harry Queeen.
GOLDSMITH's Traveller BASHFULNESS - BLUSH - MODESTY.
The bashful virgin's sidelong look of love.
GOLDSMITH That modest
CowPER. True modesty is a discerning grace, And only blushes in the proper place; But counterfeit is blind, and skulks thro' fear, Where 't is a shame to be asham'd tappear.
CowPER. Playful blushes, that seem'd nought But luminous escapes of thought.
T. MOORE. I know a cheek whose blushes,
As they trembling come and go,
MRS. Osvod And so the blush is form’d, and flies,
Nor owns reflection's calm control,
J. K. PAULDING.