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I've gazed on many a brighter face,

But ne'er on one, for years, Where beauty left so soft trace As it had left on hers.

Mrs. A. B. WELRY. With eyes

whose beams inight shame a night
Of starlight gleams, they were so bright;
And cheeks before whose bloom the rose
Its blushing treasure-house might close.

Mrs. Esling's Broken Bracelet. Beauty in woman weaves a spell

Around poor man's devoted heart, And he must guard the fortress well,

Or else he'll feel its piercing dart;
But when we see in one combin'd

Charms such as do in you exist,
And a well-cultivated mind,
Her magic power who can resist ?

That beauteous dame, whose heavenly charms
Kept Troy and Greece ten years in arms.

J. T. WATSON. He look'd With a rapt gaze of wild delight, For ne'er saw he so fair a sight.

J. T. WATSON Plato himself had not survey'd, Unmov'd, such charms as she display'd.



He makes a beggar first, that first relieves him ;
Not usurers make more beggars where they live,
Than charitable men, that use to give.



Base worldlings, that despise all such as need;
Who to the needy beggar still are dụmb,
Not knowing unto what themselves may come.

Beggar? the only free men of our commonwealth;
Free above scot-free, that observe no laws,
Obey no governor, use no religion,
But what they draw from their own ancient custom,
Or constitute themselves-yet are no rebels.

BROME. Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,

Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span

Oh, give relief, and Heaven will bless your store !

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Would you, when thieves are known abroad,
Bring forth your treasure in the road ?
Would not the fool abet the stealth,
Who rashly thus expos d his wealth ?
Yet this you do, whene'er you play
Among the gentlemen of prey.

Gay's Fables
In debts of play,
Your honour suffers no delay;
And not this year's or next year's rent
The sons of rapine can content.

Gay's Fables. Look round, the wrecks of play behold, Estates dismember'd, mortgag'd, sold ! Their owners now to jails confin'd, . Show equal poverty of mind.

Gar's Fubles

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Could fools to keep their own contrive,
On what, on whom would gamesters thrive ?

GAY's Fables.
Whene'er the gaming-board is set,
Two classes of mankind are met ;
But if we count the greedy race,
The knaves fill up the greater space.

Gay's Fables.
If yet thou love game at so dear a rate,

Learn this, that hath old gamesters dearly cost :
Dost lose? Rise up; dost win ? Rise in that state,
Who strives to sit out losing hands is lost.

Some play for gain; to pass time, others play
For nothing; both do play the fool, I say ;-
Nor time or coin I'll lose, or idly spend ;
Who gets by play, proves loser in the end.

Most men, till by experience made sager,
Will back their own opinion with a wager.



The good old man, too eager in dispute,
Flew high; and, as his Christian fury rose,
Damn'd all for heretics, who durst oppose.

For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
He can't be wrong, whose life is in the right.

Pope's Essay on Man.
Christians have burn'd each other, well persuaded
That the apostles would have done as they did.

'Byron's Don Juan, Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side

In the cause of mankind, if our creeds disagree?

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Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,

If he kneel not before the same altar with me? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly,

To seek somewhere else a more orthodox bliss ? No! perish the hearts and the laws that would try Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this

Moore. Mad as Christians used to be About the thirteenth century, There's lots of Christians to be had In this, the nineteenth, just as bad.



Where dwelt the ghostly owl, Shrieking his baleful note, which ever drave Far from their haunt all other cheerful fowl.

SPENSER's Fairy Queen. When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.

SHAKSPEARE. Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest,

From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty.

SHAKSPEARE. While the cock, with lively din, Scriters the rear of darkness thin, A.:2 to the stack or the barn-door Proudly struts his dames before.

MILTON The noisy geese that gabbled in the pool.


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The heron
Upon the bank of some small, purling brook,
Observant stands, to take his scaly prey.

Every songster sings,
Tops the high bough, and clasps his glist’ning wings.

I saw the expectant raven fly,
Who scarce could wait till both should die,
Ere his repast begun.

BYRON'S Mazeppa
But his flaming eye dims not, his wing is unbow'd;
Still drinks he the sunshine, still scales he the cloud.

And the blue jay flits by, from tree to tree,
And, spreading its rich pinions, fills the ear
With its shrill sounding and unsteady cry.

Lone Whippoorwill ;
There is much sweetness in thy fitful hymn,
Heard in the drowsy watches of the night.

Here look on the geese, as they nibble the grass-
How they stretch out their long necks, and hiss as we pass !
And the fierce little bantam, that flies your attack,
Then struts, flaps, and crows, with such airs at your

back; And the turkey-cock, smoothing his plumes in your face, Then ruffling so proud, as you bound from the place !

The winglets of the fairy humming-bird,
Like atoms of the rainbow flitting round.

The brown vultures of the woods
Flock'd to these vast uncover'd sepulchres,
Ana sat, unscar'd and silent, at their feast.


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