BALL-DANG NG, &c.

Floating like light clouds 'twixt our gaze and heaven,
The many twinkling feet, so small and sylph-like,
Suggesting the more secret symmetry
Of the fair forms which terminate so well.

Byron's Marino Faliero
When gas and beauty's blended rays
Sei hearts and ball-rooms in a blaze;
Or spermaceti's light reveals
More “inward bruises" than it heals;
In flames each belle her victim kills,
And “ sparks fly upward” in quadrilles.

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 !

MOORE

And turn from gentle Juliet's woe, To count the twirls of Fanny Ellsler's toe.

SPRAGUE's Curiosity.

The bright and youthful dancers meet,
With laughing lips and winged feet;
And golden locks come flashing by,
Like sudden sunshine thro' the sky.

Mrs. C. H. W. Esling's Broken Bracelet.

And fairy forms, now here, now there,
Hover'd like children of the air.

MRS. C. H. W. Esling's Broken Bracelet.

Of all that did chance, 't were a long tale to tell,
Of the dancers and dresses, and who was the belle :
But each was so happy, and all were so fair,
That night stole away, and the dawn caught them there.

S. G. GOODRICH. 70

BANISHMENT - EXILE.

BANISHMENT - EXILE.

Banish'd !—the damned use that word in hell;
Howlings attend it; how, hast thou the heart
To mangle me with that word—banishment ?

SHAKSPSARE.
Some natural tears they dropt, but wip'd them soon:
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

Milton's Paradise Lost,
When I think of my own native land,

In a moment I seem to be there;
But alas! recollection at hand
Soon hurries me back to despair.

CowPER
Ah me! how oft will fancy's spells, in slumber,
Recall

iny
native

country to my mind;
How oft regret will bid me sadly number
Each lost delight, and dear friend left behind !

Mat. G. LEWIS
Dreams of the land where all my wishes centre,

Those scenes which I am doom'd no more to know,
Full oft shall memory trace—my soul's tormentor-
And turn each pleasure past tu present woe.

Mat. G. LEWIS,

I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by,
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine
eye.

BYRON's Childe Harold
Then fare thee well, my country, lov'd and lost !

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
Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanc'd,
Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.

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,
That star shall beam triumphantly,
That Eagle seek the skies!

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!
For ever float that standard sheet!

Where breathes the foe but falls before us,
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us!

J. R. DRAKK.

rosy red,

l'nto the ground she cast her modest eye,
And, ever and anon,

with
The bashful blush her snowy cheeks did dye.

SPENSER’s Harry Queeen.
Maidens in modesty say No, to that
Which they would have the profferers construe, Aye.

SHAKSPEARE.
Confusion thrill'd me then, and secret joy,
Fast throbbing, stole its treasures from my heart,
And, mantling upward, turn'd my face to crimson.

BROOKE.
From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring,
To revel in the roses

Rowe's Tamerlane.
As lamps burn silent with unconscious light,
So modest ease in beauty shines most bright;
Unaiming charms with rays resistless fall,
And she, who means no mischief, does it all.

AARON HILL.
He saw her charming, but he saw not half
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.

Thomson's Seasons.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

POPE.
A crimson blush her beauteous face o'erspread,
Varying her cheeks, by turn, with white and red;
The driving colours, never at a stay,
Run here and there, and fiush, and fade away.

PAENELLE
The modest matron, and the blushing maid.

GOLDSMITH's Traveller BASHFULNESS - BLUSH - MODESTY.

The bashful virgin's sidelong look of love.

GOLDSMITH That modest

grace
subdu'd

my soul,
That chastity of look which seems to hang,
A veil of purest light, o'er all her beauties,
And by forbidding most inflames desire.

YOUNG
I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain,
And bear the marks upon a blushing face,
Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.

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,
I could gaze upon for ever,
If it did not pair: thee so,

MRS. Osvod And so the blush is form’d, and flies,

Nor owns reflection's calm control,
It comes, it deepens - fades, and dies,
A gush of feeling from the soul.

Mrs. DINNES
Modesty's the charm
That coldest hearts can quickest warm ;
Which all our best affections gains,
And, gaining, ever still retains.

J. K. PAULDING.