Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source In Paradise of all things common else. Of father, son, and brother first were known. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 4. Whom thus the angel interrupted mild. Ibid. b. 11. Oh speak the joy! ye, whom the sudden tear Thomson's Seasons-Spring. But happy they! the happiest of their kind! Where friendship full exerts her softest power, Ineffable, and sympathy of soul; Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will, With boundless confidence: for nought but love Can answer love, and render bliss secure. Thomson's Seasons-Spring. What is the world to them, Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all? Oh friendly to the best pursuits of man, Ibid. Cowper's Task, b. 3. Domestic happiness, thou only bliss Thou art the nurse of virtue. In thine arms For thou art meek and constant, hating change, Ibid. Ibid. MEETING. The joys of meeting pay the pangs of absence; Rowe's Tamerlane. Absence, with all its pains, Is by this charming moment wip'd away. Thomson's Agamemnon, b. 2, s. 2. It is the hour when they Who love us are accustomed to descend Byron's Heaven and Earth, pt. 1, s. 1. Meanwhile the winged heralds by command At Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 1. He comes! he comes! in every breeze the power His near approach the sudden starting tear Beyond dim earth exalts the swelling thought. Thomson's Seasons-Autumn. There is a mood, (I sing not to the vacant and the young,) There is a kindly mood of melancholy, That wings the soul, and points her to the skies. Dyer's Ruins of Rome. MEMORY. Oh remembrance! Why dost thou open all my wounds again? Lee's Theodosius. A confus'd report pass'd thro' my ears, It vanish'd in the bus'ness of the day. Lee's Edipus. Thinking will make me mad: Why must I think, Southern's Fatal Marriage. Thought is damnation! 'Tis the plague of devils To think on what they are! Rowe's Ambitious Stepmother. Joy's recollection is no longer joy, While sorrow's memory is a sorrow still. Byron's Doge of Venice. On this dear jewel of my memory My heart will ever dwell, and fate in vain, Lord John Russell's Don Carlos. Ask the faithful youth Why the cold urn of her whom long he lov'd Akenside's Pleasures of Imagination, b. 2. L It haunts me still, tho' many a year has fled, Rogers's Italy. MERCY. He that's merciful Unto the bad, is cruel to the good. Randolph's Muse's Looking-glass. 'Tis mercy! mercy! The mark of Heav'n impress'd on human kind, Rowe's Lady Jane Grey, a. 5, s. 1. Think on mercy! Mercy! the brightest diadem of empire! Motley's Imperial Captive. Let usurpation, that eternal slave Jeffery's Edwin. In mercy and justice both, Through heav'n and earth, so shall my glory excel, But mercy first and last shall brightest shine. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 3. O mercy, Heav'nly born! Sweet attribute ! Thou great, thou best prerogative of power ! Justice may guard the throne, but join'd with thee, On rocks of adamant it stands secure, And braves the storm beneath. Somervile's Chace, b. 3. |