13. 14. Sound him with gold; "T will sink into his venal soul like lead A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm BYRON. BYRON'S Vision of Judgment. 15. Who loves no music but the dollar's clink. SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 16. The kindly throbs that other men control, SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 17. And he, across whose brain scarce dares to creep Aught but thrift's parent pair-to get-to keep. 18. Mammon's close-link'd bonds have bound him, Though heaven's waters gush'd around him, BALL-DANCING, &c. 1. Come and trip it as you you go On the light fantastic toe. 2. MRS. S. J. HALE. MILTON. Methought it was the sound. MILTON'S Comus. 68 BALL-DANCING, &c. 3. Yet is there one, the most delightful kind, A lofty jumping and a leaping round, When arm in arm the dancers are entwined, And whirl themselves with strict embracements round. 4. Alike all ages; dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze; And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, DAVIES. GOLDSMITH'S Traveller. 5. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when BYRON'S Childe Harold. 6. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined! BYRON'S Childe Harold. 7. The long carousal shakes th' illumined hall; BYRON'S Lara. 8. The music, and the banquet, and the wine,— Floating like light clouds 'twixt our gaze and heaven- Of the fair forms which terminate so well. BYRON'S Marino Faliero. 9. When gas and beauty's blended rays More "inward bruises" than it heals; And "sparks fly upward" in quadrilles. HON. NICH. BIDDLE'S Ode to Bogle. 10. Such grace and such beauty! dear creature! you'd swear, 11. And turn from gentle Juliet's woe, MOORE. SPRAGUE'S Curiosity. 12. The bright and youthful dancers meet, With laughing lips and winged feet; MRS. C. H. W. ESLING'S Broken Bracelet. 13.. And fairy forms, now here, now there, Hover'd like children of the air. MRS. C. H. W. ESLING's Broken Bracelet. 14. Of all that did chance, 't were a long tale to tell, 1. Banish'd!-the damned use that word in hell; Howlings attend it; how, hast thou the heart To mangle me with that word-banishment? SHAKSPEARE. 2. Some natural tears they dropt, but wip'd them soon: MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 3. 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. 4. Ah me! how oft will fancy's spells, in slumber, Recall my native country to my mind; How oft regret will bid me sadly number Each lost delight, and dear friend left behind! Cowper. MAT. G. LEWIS. 5, Dreams of the land where all my wishes centre, 6. I depart, MAT. G. LEWIS. 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. 7. Then fare thee well, my country, lov'd and lost! Too early lost, alas! when once so dear; I turn in sorrow from thy glorious coast, 8. Farewell! my more than fatherland! Home of my heart and friends, adieu! E. D. GRIFFIN. R. H. WILDE. BANNER-FLAG. 1. Who, forthwith, from the glitt'ring staff unfurl'd Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanc'd, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 2. "T is the Star-Spangled Banner-Oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! 3. As long as patriot valour's arm 4. Flag of the free heart's only home, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, F. KEY. J. R. DRAKE. Where breathes the foe but falls before us, J. R. DRAKE. |