24. Fair as the first that fell of womankind.

25. So bright the tear in beauty's eye,
Love half regrets to kiss it dry;
So sweet the blush of bashfulness,
Even pity scarce can wish it less.

BYRON'S Giaour.

BYRON'S Bride of Abydos.

26. Who hath not prov'd how feebly words essay
To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray?
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,

27.

His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess
The might, the majesty of loveliness?

BYRON'S Bride of Abydos.

Such around her shone

The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone:
The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmoniz'd the whole,
And, Oh! that eye was in itself a soul!

BYRON'S Bride of Abydos.

28. Heart on her lip, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.

29.

Who can curiously behold

BYRON'S Beppo.

The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek,
Nor feel the heart can never all grow cold?

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

30. And form'd for all the witching arts of love.

31. Whose large blue eyes, fair locks, and snowy hands, Would shake the saintship of an anchorite.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

32. The bee from that lip more nectar could sip

Than from all the sweet buds in the bower.

33. Oh, fresh is the rose in the gay dewy morning,
And sweet is the lily at evening close:
But in the fair presence of lovely young Jessie,
Unseen is the lily, unheeded the rose.

34. Without the smile, from partial beauty won, Oh, what were man ?-a world without a sun!

BURNS.

CAMPBELL.

35. Who hath not paus'd while beauty's pensive eye
Ask'd from his heart the tribute of a sigh?
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace-the magic of a name?

CAMPBELL.

36. "T were easier far to paint the hues of heaven,
When Morn, resplendent with new glory, wakes,
Or steal the varying tints by sunset given
To the gold-crested wave, the while it breaks,
Than to embody the harmonious grace
That, ever-changing, flitted o'er her face.

DAWE'S Geraldine.

37. For every block of marble holds a Venus,
With nothing but unchisell'd stone between us.

38. Thou art beautiful, young lady; But I need not tell you this,

DAWE's Geraldine.

For few have borne, unconsciously,
The spell of loveliness.

J. G. WHITTier.

39. Thou art not beautiful-yet thy young face
Makes up in sweetness what it lacks in grace;
Thou art not beautiful-yet thy blue eyes
Steal o'er the soul like sunshine o'er the skies ;-
And heaven, that gives to thee each mental grace,
Has stamp'd the angel in thy sweet young face.

MRS. A. B. WELBY.

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BEGGAR.

40. I've gazed on many a brighter face, But ne'er on one, for years,

Where beauty left so soft a trace

As it had left on hers.

MRS. A. B. WELBY.

41. With eyes whose beams might shame a night
Of starlight gleams, they were so bright;
And cheeks before whose bloom the rose
Its blushing treasure-house might close.

MRS. ESLING's Broken Bracelet.

42. Beauty in woman weaves a spell

Around poor man's devoted heart,
And he must guard the fortress well,
Or else he'll feel its piercing dart;
But when we see in one combin'd
Charms such as do in you exist,
And a well-cultivated mind,

Her magic power who can resist?

J. T. WATSON.

43. That beauteous dame, whose heavenly charms Kept Troy and Greece ten years in arms.

45. Plato himself had not survey'd,

Unmov'd, such charms as she display'd.

J. T. WATSON.

J. T. WATSON.

J. T. WATSON.

BEGGAR.

1. He makes a beggar first, that first relieves him; Not usurers make more beggars where they live, Than charitable men, that use to give.

HEYWOOD.

2. Base worldlings, that despise all such as need; Who to the needy beggar still are dumb,

Not knowing unto what themselves may come.

HEYWOOD.

3. Beggar? the only free men of our commonwealth; Free above scot-free, that observe no laws,

Obey no governor, use no religion,

But what they draw from their own ancient custom,
Or constitute themselves—yet are no rebels.

4. Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,

BROME.

Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span―
Oh, give relief, and Heaven will bless your store!

BETTING-GAMBLING.

1. Would you, when thieves are known abroad,
Bring forth your treasure in the road?
Would not the fool abet the stealth,
Who rashly thus expos'd his wealth?
Yet this you do, whene'er you play
Among the gentlemen of prey.

Your honour suffers no delay;

And not this year's or next year's rent
The sons of rapine can content.

3. Look round, the wrecks of play behold,
Estates dismember'd, mortgag'd, sold!
Their owners now to jails confin'd,
Show equal poverty of mind.

GAY'S Fables.

GAY's Fables.

GAY's Fables.

4. Could fools to keep their own contrive,
On what, on whom would gamesters thrive?

5. Whene'er the gaming-board is set,
Two classes of mankind are met;
But if we count the greedy race,
The knaves fill up the greater space.

6. If yet thou love game at so dear a rate,

GAY'S Fables.

GAY's Fables.

Learn this, that hath old gamesters dearly cost:
Dost lose? Rise up; dost win? Rise in that state,
Who strives to sit out losing hands is lost.

7. Some play for gain; to pass time, others play
For nothing; both do play the fool, I say ;-
Nor time or coin I'll lose, or idly spend;
Who gets by play, proves loser in the end.

HERBERT.

HEATH.

8. Most men, till by experience made sager, Will back their own opinion with a wager.

BYRON.

BIGOTRY.

1. The good old man, too eager in dispute, Flew high; and, as his Christian fury rose, Damn'd all for heretics, who durst oppose.

2. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; He can't be wrong, whose life is in the right.

DRYDEN.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

3. Christians have burn'd each other, well persuaded That the apostles would have done as they did.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

4. Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds disagree?