6. When lovers meet in adverse hour, "Tis like a sun-glimpse through a shower; Then darkly closing clouds between. SCOTT'S Rokeby. 7. And does not a meeting like this make amends MELANCHOLY.-(See CARE.) MEMORY. 1. He that is strucken blind cannot forget 2. Of joys departed, never to return, How bitter's the remembrance! 3. Rise to transports past expressing, Sweeter by remembrance made. SHAKSPEARE. BLAIR'S Grave. GOLDSMITH. 4. Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my heart, and turns the past to pain. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 5. Had memory been lost with innocence We had not known the sentence, nor th' offence; DENHAM. 6. Thinking will make me mad; why must I think, When no thought brings me comfort? SOUTHERN. 7. And scenes long past, of joy and pain, Come wildering o'er his aged brain. SCOTT's Last Minstrel. 8. It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody. Like a tomb-searcher, memory ran, Lifting each shroud that time had cast ROGERS' Italy. MOORE's Loves of the Angels. 10. Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd! 11. When time, which steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, MOORE. The memory of the past will stay, And half our joy renew. MOORE. 12. Let fate do her worst; there are moments of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; 13. My memory now is but the tomb Of joys long past. 14. But in that instant, o'er his soul MOORE. BYRON'S Giaour. BYRON'S Giaour. 15. But ever and anon, of grief subdued 16. There comes a token, like a serpent's sting, BYRON'S Childe Harold. And other days came back to me With recollected music, tho' the tone Is chang'd and solemn, like the cloudy groan BYRON'S Childe Harold. 17. We ne'er forget, tho' there we are forgot. BYRON'S Don Juan. 18. Oh! friends regretted, scenes for ever dear, 20. There are moments of life that we never forget, And they shine on the gloom of the loneliest day. 21. As we look back thro' life in our moments of sadness, 22. On this dear jewel of my memory My heart will ever dwell, and fate in vain, LORD JOHN RUSSELL. 23. 'Tis sweet to remember. I would not forego In her web of illusion, that shines to deceive. 24. Our hopes are flown-yet parted hours Still in the depths of memory lie, Like night-gems in the silent blue Of summer's deep and brilliant sky. W. G. CLARK. G. D. PRENTICE. 25. We have been bless'd;—tho' life is made A tear, a silence, and a shade, And years have left the vacant breast To loneliness-we have been bless'd! G. D. PRENTICE. 26. Thy words have touch'd a chord of memory's lyre, And wak'd the key-note of the saddest dirge RUFUS DAWES. 27. There's a feeling within us that loves to revert To the merry old times that are gone. 28. This memory brightens o'er the past, Behind some cloud that near us hangs, H. W. LONGFELLOW. 29. The mind will, in its worst despair, Still ponder o'er the past, On moments of delight that were Too beautiful to last. BALFE'S Bohemian Girl. 30. Youth's eager life and changeful lot, Nor sterner manhood's graver toys, Nor trembling age himself, can blot The memory of our earliest joys. J. H. McILVANE. 31. But thank'd be memory- her sweet power can bring Back to my heart its early joys again; Her magic spell revives the frozen spring 32. Fond memory, to her duty true, HOFLAND. CHARLES SPRAGUE 33. 'Tis vain, and worse than vain to think on joys Which, like the hour that's gone, return no more. ISAAC CLASON. 34. And thus, as in memory's bark we shall glide, That once made a garden of all the gay shore, And breathe the fresh air of life's morning once more. 35. Memory's that mirror which affliction throws Hoping to drive remorse thus from its side; |