23. I own my natural weakness: I have not Yet learn'd to think of indiscriminate murder BYRON'S Marino Faliero. 24. They form-unite-charge-waver-all is lost! BYRON'S Corsair. 25. The death-shot hissing from afar, BYRON'S Giaour. 26. Theirs the strife, That neither spares nor speaks for life. BYRON'S Giaour. 27. But when all is past, it is humbling to tread All regarding man as their prey, All rejoicing in his decay. BYRON'S Siege of Corinth. 28. The field of freedom, faction, fame, and blood. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 29. And torrents, swoln to rivers with their gore. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 30. "T was blow for blow, disputing inch by inch, For one would not retreat, nor t' other flinch. BYRON'S Don Juan. 31. And slaughter heap'd on high its weltering ranks. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 32. Battle's magnificently stern array. BYRON'S Childe Harold. 33. In vain he did whate'er a chief may do, BYRON'S Lara. 78 BATTLE-FIGHTING-WAR. 1 34. Not in the conflict havoc seeks delightHis day of mercy is the day of fight; But when the field is fought, the battle won, Tho' drench'd with gore, his woes are but begun. BYRON'S Curse of Minerva. 35. Waved her dread pinion to the breeze of morn, Peal'd her loud drum, and twang'd her trumpet horn. 36. From rank to rank their vollied thunder flew. 37. Death spoke in every booming shot that knell'd 38. And when the cannon-mouthings loud Heave in wide wreaths the battle shroud, Like sheets of flame in midnight pall. J. R. DRAKE. 39. Hark! the muffled drum sounds the last march of the brave! The soldier retreats to his quarters, the grave, Under Death, whom he owns his commander-in-chief;- 40. Now lies he low-no more to hear The victor's shout or clashing steel; No more to join in victory's boast, No more to see the vanquish'd yield. H. CUMMINGS, Richmond Republican. 41. The bursting shell, the gateway wrench'd asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder, The diapason of the cannonade. LONGFELLOW. 1. The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observ'd of all observers. 2. Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, 3. All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth. 4. Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. SHAKSPEARE. They had their name thence; coarse complexions, MILTON'S Comus. 5. Virtue can brook the thoughts of age 6. "Tis not a lip or eye we beauty call, But the full force and joint effect of all. GAY's Fables. POPE'S Essay on Criticism. 7. If to her share some female errors fall, Look to her face, and you'll forget them all. 8. Belinda smiled, and all the world was gay. 9. I long not for the cherries on the tree, POPE. POPE. RANDOLPH. 10. Grace was in her steps, heaven in her eyes, In every gesture dignity and love. MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 11. Her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, her shape, her features, Seem to be drawn by Love's own hand. 12. "Tis not a set of features or complexion, DRYDEN. ADDISON'S Cato. ADDISON. 13. And those who paint them truest, praise them most. 15. What's female beauty but an air divine, 16. Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit ; YOUNG. BLAIR'S Grave. That e'er caprice invented, custom wore, SHENSTONE. 18. To make the cunning artless, tame the rude, Subdue the haughty, shake the undaunted soul :These are the triumphs of all-powerful beauty. 19. But then her face, 20. There was a soft and pensive grace, JOANNA BAillie. ROGERS' Italy. SCOTT'S Rokeby. 21. For faultless was her form as beauty's queen, And every winning grace that love demands, With mild attemper'd dignity was seen Play o'er each lovely limb, and deck her angel mien. 22. She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight; 23. So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, MRS. TIGH'S Psyche. BYRON'S Giaour. That parts not quite with parting breath- BYRON'S Giaour. |