1. 2. 3. VICISSITUDE. Roses bloom, and then they wither; 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 Where love sheds summer's lustre ; 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-- 'Tis passed, we know not whither, but 'tis gone! Deal gently with him, world, I pray ; Richard H. Dana. 7. In the long vista of the years to roll, O let me see our land retain its soul! Her pride her freedom; and not freedom's shade. Keats. SENTIMENTS FOR THE MONTHS. 1. 2. O! what tender thoughts beneath Moore. On that cheek and o'er that brow 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, Miss Landon. 5. Never forget the hour of our first meeting, Never forget. Mrs. Embury. 6. They fabled not, in days of old, That love neglected soon will perish; Thomas Miller. 7. Your coldness I heed not, your frown I defy; 8. As in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love 9. I have found Shakspeare. One true companion, one dear soul is mine, 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, 11. 12. But then her face, Young. So lovely, yet so arch so full of mirth, It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, 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; Massinger. 14. Loving with all the wild devotion, Loving with all the snow-white truth 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 16. still; Who, uninstructed, can perform her share, Soame Jenyns. Ours, too, the glance none saw beside; Byron. 17. Friendship! thou soft, propitious power! But by the virtuous and the good. Cotton. 18. As love can exquisitely bless, 19. Love only feels the marvellous of pain; And wakes the nerve where agonies are born. Smollett. Eternal youth O'er all her form its glowing honors breathed, 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; Have rendered me free. Bayley. 22. And say, without our hopes, without our fears, 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, 25. And thy truth and thy brightness my wild worship won; My pride has been roused, and I'll meet thee no more. Fly betimes, for only they Carew. 26. The frigid and unfeeling thrive the best; 27. And trembling with each pitiless gust that blows, True as a needle to the pole, Henry Neele. Constant as gliding waters roll, Booth. |