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VICISSITUDE.

Roses bloom, and then they wither;
Cheeks are bright, then fade and die;
Shapes of light are wafted hither,

Then like visions hurry by.

J. G. Percival.

When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye.

The pilgrim swallow cometh

To her forsaken nest;

Shakspeare

So must the heart that roameth
Return to find its rest,

Where love sheds summer's lustre ;
And wheresoe'er 'tis found,
There sweetest flowers will cluster,
And dearest joys abound.

Mrs. Hale.

4. O life is a waste of wearisome hours,

Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns ; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touched by the thorns.

5. A blossom full of promise is life's joy,

6.

Moore.

That never comes to fruit. Hope, for a time--
Suns the young floweret in its gladsome light,
And it looks flourishing; - a little while

'Tis passed, we know not whither, but 'tis gone!
Miss Landon.

Deal gently with him, world, I pray ;
Ye cares, like softened shadows come;
His spirit, well nigh worn away,
Asks with ye but a while a home.

Richard H. Dana.

7. In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country's honor fade;

O let me see our land retain its soul!

Her pride her freedom; and not freedom's shade.

Keats.

SENTIMENTS FOR THE MONTHS.

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O! what tender thoughts beneath
Those silent flowers are lying,
Hid within the mystic wreath,
My love hath kissed in tying!

Moore.

On that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent ;

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent.

Byron.

3. Peace to the dust that in silence reposes

Beneath the dark shades of cypress and yew; Let Spring deck the spot with her earliest roses,

And heaven wash their leaves with its holiest dew.

Pierpont.

4. Do any thing but love; or, if thou lovest,
And art a woman, hide thy love from him
Whom thou dost worship. Never let him know
How dear he is; flit like a bird before him;
Lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower;
But be not won; or thou wilt, like that bird,
When caught and caged, be left to pine neglected,
And perish in forgetfulness.

Miss Landon.

5. Never forget the hour of our first meeting,
When, 'mid the sounds of revelry and song,
Only thy soul could know that mine was greeting
Its idol, wished for, waited for, so long;

Never forget.

Mrs. Embury.

6.

They fabled not, in days of old,

That love neglected soon will perish;
Throughout all time the truth doth hold,
That what we love we ever cherish.
For when the sun neglects the flower,
And the sweet, pearly dews forsake it,
It hangs its head, and from that hour,
Prays only unto death to take it.
So may I droop, by all above me,
If ever I forget to love thee.

Thomas Miller.

7. Your coldness I heed not, your frown I defy;
Your affection I need not, - the time has gone by
When a blush or a smile on that cheek could beguile
My soul from its safety, with witchery's smile.
Mrs. F. S. Osgood.

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As in the sweetest bud

The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

9.

I have found

Shakspeare.

One true companion, one dear soul is mine,
Whose converse still doth soothe, arouse, refine.

Howitt.

10. When most the world applauds you, most beware; "Tis often less a blessing than a snare.

Distrust mankind, with your own heart confer,
And dread even there to find a flatterer.

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But then her face,

Young.

So lovely, yet so arch so full of mirth,
The overflowing of an innocent heart;

It haunts me still, though many a year has fled,
Like some wild melody.

Rogers.

One sacred oath has tied our loves,

As thus the flowers I bind,

And sweet as rose to lily proves,

Our sacred bond we find.

Prior, (improved.)

13. Let us love temperately; things violent last not;
And too much dotage rather argues folly
Than true affection.

Massinger.

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Loving with all the wild devotion,
That deep and passionate emotion;

Loving with all the snow-white truth
That is found but in early youth;
Freshness of feeling, as of flower,

That lives not more than spring's first hour.

Miss Landon.

15. Be her my choice, who knows with perfect skill, When she should move, and when she should stand

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still;

Who, uninstructed, can perform her share,
And kindly half the pleasing burden bear.

Soame Jenyns.

Ours, too, the glance none saw beside;
The smile none else might understand;
The whispered thought of hearts allied;
The pressure of the thrilling hand.

Byron.

17.

Friendship! thou soft, propitious power!
Sweet regent of the social hour!
Sublime the joys, nor understood,

But by the virtuous and the good.

Cotton.

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As love can exquisitely bless,

19.

Love only feels the marvellous of pain;
Opens new views of torture in the soul,

And wakes the nerve where agonies are born.

Smollett.

Eternal youth

O'er all her form its glowing honors breathed,
And smiles eternal from her candid eyes
Flowed like the dewy lustre of the morn,
Effusive trembling on the placid waves.

Akenside.

20. Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of

former times o'er my soul.

Ossian.

21.

The last link is broken,

That bound me to thee;
The words thou hast spoken

Have rendered me free.

Bayley.

22. And say, without our hopes, without our fears,
Without the home that plighted love endears,
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
O! what were man? a world without a sun.

Campbell.

23. One who could change the worship of all climates, And make a new religion wherever she comes, Unite the differing faiths of all the world

To idolize her face.

Dryden.

24. Farewell! ah, farewell! though my spirit may droop,
That its fond dream has fled, and in bitterness stoop
To the dust for the fall of the idol it made,
My pride and its purity nought shall degrade.
I thought thee all perfect, as pure as the sun,

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And thy truth and thy brightness my wild worship won;
But alas! the illusion so cherished is o'er;

My pride has been roused, and I'll meet thee no more.
Mrs. Dinnies.

Fly betimes, for only they
Conquer love that run away.

Carew.

26. The frigid and unfeeling thrive the best;
And a warm heart, in this cold world, is like
A beacon light, wasting its feeble flame
Upon the wintry deep, that feels it not,

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And trembling with each pitiless gust that blows,
Till its faint fire is spent.

True as a needle to the pole,
Or as the dial to the sun;

Henry Neele.

Constant as gliding waters roll,
Whose swelling tides obey the moon;
From every other charmer free,
My life and love shall follow thee.

Booth.