Hath in her sober livery all things clad,
Silence accompanying.
MILTON--_Paradise Lost_.
45. When calm the grateful air, and loth to lose
Day's grateful warmth, though moist with falling dews;
Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none;
Look up a second time, and one by one
You mark them twinkle out, with silvery light,
And wonder how they could elude your sight.
WORDSWORTH.
46. When your fire, with dim unequal light,
Just glimmering, bids each shadowy image fall
Sombrous and strange upon the darkening wall,
Ere the clear taper chase the deepening night.
W. L. BOWLES.
47. When the sun's broad orb
Seems resting on the burnish'd wave,
And lines
Of purple gold hang motionless,
Above the _sinking sphere_.
SHELLEY.
48. _Morn_ breaking in the east. When purple clouds
Are putting on their gold and violet,
To look the meeter for the sun's bright coming.
N. P. WILLIS.
49. When the day
In golden slumber sinks, with accent sweet
_Mild evening_ comes, to lure the willing feet
With her to stray,
Where'er the bashful flowers the observant eye may greet.
H. PICKERING.
50. The light of _midnight_ skies
When the red meteor rides the cloud.
MISS LANDON.
51. When at _noon_,
High on his throne, the visible lord of light
Rides in his fullest blaze, and dashes wide
Thick flashes from his wheels
_J. G. Percival._
52. _Night_ on the waves, when the moon is on high,
Hung like a gem on the brow of the sky,
Treading its depths in the power of her might,
And turning the clouds as they pass her to light.
J. K. HERVEY.
53. When yonder _western throng of clouds_
_Retiring_ from the sky,
So calmly move, so softly glow,
They seem, to fancy's eye,
Bright creatures of a better sphere,
Come down at noon to worship here,
And from their sacrifice of love
Returning to their courts above.
G. D. PRENTICE.
54. When the _moon_, her lids unclosing, deigns
To smile serenely on the charmed sea,
That shines, as if inlaid with lightning chains,
From which it hardly struggled to be free.
EPES SARGENT.
55. The _high festival of night_,
When earth is radiant with delight,
And fast as weary day retires
The heaven unfolds its secret fires,
Bright, as when first the firmament
Around the new-made world was bent,
And infant seraphs pierced the blue,
Till rays of heaven came shining through.
W. B. O. PEABODY.
56. When the _sun_
_Rises_, visiting earth with light, and heat,
And joy; and seems as full of youth, and strong
To mount the steep of heaven, as when the stars
Of morning sang to his first dawn.
POLLOK--_Course of Time_.
57. Let others hail the oriflamme of morn,
O'er kindling hills unfurl'd, with gorgeous dyes,
Oh, mild blue _evening_, still to thee we turn,
With holier thoughts and with undazzled eyes.
R. C. SANDS.
58. _Night_; when a cloud, which through the sky,
Sailing alone, doth cross in her career
The rolling moon;--to watch it as it comes,
And deem the deep opaque will blot her beams;
But melting like a wreath of snow, it hangs
In folds of wavy silver round, and clothes
The orb with richer beauties than her own;
Then, passing, leaves her in her light serene.
SOUTHEY--_Madoc_.
59. Thine own loved _moon's_,
That every soft and solemn spirit worships;
That lovers love so well; strange joy is _hers_,
Whose influence o'er all tides of soul hath power.
She lends her light to rapture and despair;
The glow of hope, and wan hue of sick fancy,
Alike reflect her rays; alike they light
The path of meeting or of parting love;
Alike on mingling or on breaking hearts
_She_ smiles in throned beauty.
MATURIN--_Bertram_.
60. _Sunrise;_
Rolling back the clouds into
Vapors more lovely than the unclouded sky,
With golden pinnacles and snowy mountains,
And billows purpler than the ocean's, making
In heaven a glorious mockery of the earth,
So like, we almost deem it permanent;
So fleeting, we can scarcely call it aught
Beyond a vision, 'tis so transiently
Scatter'd along the eternal vault; and yet
It dwells upon the soul, and sooths the soul,
And blends itself into the soul, until
Sunrise and sunset form the haunted epoch
Of sorrow and of love.
BYRON--_Sardanapalus_.
WHAT MUSICAL SOUNDS DO YOU LOVE?
Oh for some soul-affecting scheme
Of _moral_ music.
WORDSWORTH.
Music, round her creep----
Seek her out, and when you find her,
Gentle, gentlest music, wind her
Round and round,
Round and round,
With your bands of softest sound.
BARRY CORNWALL.
WHAT MUSICAL SOUNDS DO YOU LOVE?
1. The sweet and solemn sound
Of Sabbath worshippers.
W. C. BRYANT.
2. The _bugle_, silver-tipp'd,
That with a breath, long-drawn, and slow-expiring,
Sends forth that strain, which, echoing through the wilds,
Tells of a loved one's glad return.
SOUTHEY.
3. The voice of _waters_, and the sheen
Of silver _fountains_ leaping to the sea.
N. P. WILLIS.
4. The _humbee_ singing
Drowsily among the flowers,
Sleepily, sleepily,
In noontide swayeth he,
Half balanced on a slender stalk.
J. R. LOWELL.
5. _One voice_, in its low, musical depth,
More dear and thrilling than the crowds' applause;
Even as the far-off murmur of the surge,
Heard at hush'd eve, is sweeter than the homage
Of waves tumultuous, dashing at your feet.
MRS. ELLET.
6. _Small voices_, and an old _guitar_,
Winning their way to an unguarded heart.
ROGERS--_Italy_.
7. When soft music comes to thine ear, as thou liest at night, thine
eyes half closed in sleep, and thy soul as a stream flowing at
pleasant sounds. It is like the rising breeze that whirls at
first the thistle's beard, then flies dark-shadowy over the grass.
OSSIAN.
8. Kissing cymbals making merry din.
KEATS.
9. _Merry cricket_, twittering thing!
How you love to hear it sing!
Chirping tenant, child of mirth,
Minstrel of the poor man's hearth.
ELIZA COOK.
10. The wild enchanting _horn_!
Whose music up the deep and dewy air,
Swells to the clouds, and calls on echo there,
Till a new melody is born.
GRENVILLE MELLEN.
11. _Soft Lydian airs
Married to immortal verse_;
Such as meeting soul may pierce,
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked with sweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwisting all the cords that tie
The hidden soul of harmony.
MILTON--L'Allegro.
12. Words to the witches in Macbeth unknown;
_Hydraulics_, _hydrostatics_, and _pneumatics_,
_Chlorine_, and _iodine_, and _ærostatics_.
HALLECK.
13. The light _guitar_;
Its holiest time the evening star,
When liquid voices echo far.
J. G. PERCIVAL.
14. _Cataracts_ that blow their trumpets from the steep!
WORDSWORTH.
15. Through your very heart it thrilleth,
When from crimson-threaded lips
Silver-treble _laughter_ trilleth.
TENNYSON.
16. The _cricket's_ chirp, and the answer shrill
Of the gauze-winged _katydid_.
J. R. DRAKE.
17. Naught as the music of _praise_ and _prayer_
Is half so sweet.
BOWRING.
18. _Notes heard far off_; so far, as but to seem
Like the faint exquisite music of a dream.
MOORE.
19. A solemn _dirge_; now swelling high
In lofty strains, and now in cadence soft,
Seeming to die away upon the ear;
Then swelling loud again, reaching the skies,
As if to mingle with the music there.
MRS. DANA.
20. _Distance-mellow'd song_,
From bowers of merriment.
SOUTHEY.
21. The melancholy strain of that sad _bird_
Who sounds at night the warning note, that shuts
The delicate young flowers.
W. G. SIMMS.
22. The glad voice, the laughing voice of _streams_,
And the low cadence of the silvery _sea_.
MRS. HEMANS.
23. _Old songs_ of love and sorrow.
MARY HOWITT.
24. The lively air
When love enlists the _serenader's_ skill.
MRS. DANA.
25. The musical confusion
Of _hounds_ and _echo_ in conjunction.
_Midsummer Night's Dream._
26. When o'er the clear still water swells
The music of the _Sabbath bells_.
W. C. BRYANT.
27. A deep and thrilling _song_,
Which seems with piercing melody to reach
The soul, and in mysterious union
Blend with all thoughts of gentleness and love.
SOUTHEY.
28. Ever wakeful _echo_;
The nymph of sportive mockery, that still
Hides behind every rock and every dell,
And softly glides, unseen, from hill to hill;
No sound doth rise but mimic it she will.
THEODORE FAY.
29. The sounding _Viol_;
When eyes with speaking glances,
Kindle high with pleasure,
As rings the well-known strain;
With easy gliding motion,
involved in graceful fancies,
Of light uncertain measure,
Responds the fairy train.
J. G. PERCIVAL.
30. Low _whisperings in boats_,
As they shoot through the moonlight, with drippings
of oars.
MOORE.
31. The _hunter's shout_,
When clanging _horns_ swell their sweet winding notes,
The _pack wide-opening_ on the trembling air
With various melody.
SOMERVILLE--_The Chace._
32. The sounds awaken'd there
In the _Pine leaves_ fine and small,
Soft and sweetly musical,
By the fingers of the air.
J. G. WHITTIER.
33. The song of _spirits_ that will sometimes sail
Close to the ear, a deep, delicious stream,
Then sweep away, and die with a low wail.
CROLY--_Angel of the World._
34. The roar
Of _ocean's_ everlasting surges,
Tumbling upon the beach's hard-beat floor,
Or sliding backward to the shore,
To meet the landward wave, and slowly plunge once more.
J. R. LOWELL.
35. The _rivulet_, which
Sending glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed
Of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks,
Seems, with continuous laughter, to rejoice
In its own being.
W. C. BRYANT.
36. _A damsel singing to herself_
_A song of love by snatches_; breaking off
If but a flower, an insect on the wing
Please for an instant, then as carelessly
The strain resuming.
ROGERS--_Italy._
37. The sound of the _church-going bell_,
When it bursts on the ear with its full, rich swell.
MISS M. DAVIDSON.
38. The brisk, awakening _viol_,
Whose sweet, entrancing voice you love the best.
COLLINS.
39. The _blackbird's merry chant_. Bold plunderer!
How sweet to hear his mellow burst of song
Float from his watch-place on the mossy tree,
Close at the cornfield's edge!
J. MCLELLAN.
40. The sound of music at even-fall,
Filling the heart
With a flow of thought and feeling sweet,
When _lips that we love_ breathe forth the song.
LOUISA P. SMITH.
41. The harp Eolian;
Faintly at first it begins, scarce heard, and gentle its rising,
Low as the softest breath that passes at summer evening;
Then, as it swells and mounts up, the thrilling melody deepens,
Till a mightier, holier virtue comes with its powerful tone.
SOUTHEY.
42. The chirp of _birds_, blithe _voices_, lowing _kine_,
The dash of _waters_, _reed_, or rustic _pipe_,
Blent with the dulcet, distance-mellow'd _bell_.
HILLHOUSE.
43. A _song of love and jollitye_,
To drive away dull melancholy.
SPENSER.
44. _Preluding low_, soft notes that faint and tremble,
Swelling, awakening, dying, plaining deep;
While such sensations in the soul assemble,
As make it pleasant to the eyes to weep.
MRS. MARIA BROOKS.
45. _Song of maids_ beneath the moon,
With fairy _laughter_ blent.
W. C. BRYANT.
46. To hear the glorious swell
Of chanted psalm and prayer,
And the deep _organ's_ bursting heart
Throb through the shivering air.
J. R. LOWELL.
47. A noise like of a _hidden brook_,
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
COLERIDGE.
48. Approaching _trumpets_, that with quavering start,
On the smooth wind come dancing to the heart.
LEIGH HUNT--_Rimini_.
49. A _laugh_ full of life, without any control
But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from the soul.
MOORE--_Lalla Rookh_.
50. _Fifes_, _cornets_, _drums_,
That rouse the sleepy soul to arms, and bold
Heroic deeds.
SOMERVILLE--_The Chace_.
51. A _little song_,
Neither sad nor very long.
BARRY CORNWALL.
52. A voice of music in the rustling leaves,
When the green boughs are hung with living lutes,
Whose strings will only vibrate to His hand
Who made them.
MISS H. F. GOULD.
53. The drums beat in the mornin', afore the scriech o' day,
And the wee, wee fifes piped loud and shrill, while yet the
morn is gray.
MOTHERWELL.
54. The unseen _hawk_
_Whistling_ to clouds, and sky-born streams.
WORDSWORTH.
55. The low, sweet _shell_,
By whose far music shall thy soul be haunted.
MISS LANDON.
56. The _trumpet's_ war-note proud,
The _trampling_ and the _hum_!
MACAULAY.
57. A pattering sound
Of ripen'd _acorns_, rustling to the ground
Through the crisp, wither'd leaves.
MRS. WHITMAN.
58. _Birds_ and _brooks_ from leafy dells,
Chiming forth unwearied canticles.
WORDSWORTH.
59. When the _organ peal_, loud rolling, meets
The halleluiahs of the _choir_; sublime,
A thousand notes symphoniously ascend,
As if the whole were one; suspended high
In air, soaring heavenward, afar they float,
Wafting glad tidings to the sick man's couch.
GRAHAME--_The Sabbath_.
60. Tinklings of a vigilant guitar,
Of sleepless lover to a wakeful mistress.
BYRON.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?
I would I had some flowers of the Spring that might
Become your time of day; and yours;--and yours.
_Winter's Tale._
I send thee flowers, oh dearest, and I deem
That from their petals thou wilt hear sweet words,
Whose music, sweeter than the voice of birds,
When breathed to thee alone, perchance may seem
All eloquent of feelings unexpress'd.
PARK BENJAMIN.
A garland lay him by, made by himself
Of many several flowers,
Stuck in that mystic order that the rareness
Delighted me.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?
1. The _sensitive plant_, the earliest
Up-gathered unto the bosom of rest,
A sweet child, weary of its delight,
The feeblest, and yet the favorite,
Cradled within the embrace of night.
SHELLEY.
2. The _jasmine_;
Pride of Carolina's early Spring!
Fairy land
Is not more beautiful, than when, full blown,
The jasmine, gilt by the Creator's hand,
Hangs all around us.
MRS. DANA.
3. _Hyacinths_, ringing their soft bells
To call the bees from the anemonies,
Jealous of their bright rivals' glowing wealth.
MISS LANDON.
4. _Primroses_,
Which, when the lengthen'd shadows fall
Like soft dreams o'er the earth,
And all around a sabbath reigns
As at creation's birth,
Burst the magic bands of clay,
And greet with smiles the sun's last ray.
MISS M. E. LEE.
5. The chaste _camelia's_ pure and spotless bloom,
That boasts no fragrance, and conceals no thorn.
W. ROSCOE.
6. The light _snowdrops_, which, starting from their cells,
Hang each pagoda with their silver bells.
O. W. HOLMES.
7. A _tulip_, which Titania may have chosen
For rest or revelry, to feast or doze in.
MISS MOISE.
8. _Roses_,
Beautiful each, but different all;
One with that pure but crimson flush,
That marks a maiden's first love blush;
_One_,
Pale as the snow of the funeral stone;
_Another_, rich as the damask die
Of a monarch's purple drapery;
And _one_ hath leaves like the leaves of gold
Worked on that drapery's royal fold.
MISS LANDON.
9. The _hare-bell_ on the heath,
The forest tree beneath,
Which springs like elfin dweller of the wild;
Light as a breeze astir
Stemm'd with the gossamer,
Soft as the blue eyes of a poet's child.
MARY HOWITT.
10. Thou sweet _daisy_, common-place
Of nature, with that homely face,
And yet, with something of a grace,
Which love makes for thee!
WORDSWORTH.
11. The good old _passion-flower_!
It bringeth to thy mind
The young days of the Christian church,
Dim ages left behind.
MARY HOWITT.
12. _Sweet peas_ on tiptoe for a flight,
With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white,
And taper fingers, catching at all things,
To bind them round about with tiny rings.
KEATS.
13. _Heart's ease._ One could look for half a day
Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out
Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow,
That gave this gentle name.
MARY HOWITT.
14. The humble _rosemary_,
Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed
To scent the dead.
MOORE.
15. The _primrose_, all bepearl'd with dew,
So yellow, green, and richly too.
Ask you why the stalk is weak,
And bending, yet it doth not break?
I must tell you these discover
What doubts and fears are in a lover.
CAREW.
16. Those greater far than all
Our blessed Lord did see,
The _lilies_ beautiful, which grew
In the fields of Galilee!
MARY HOWITT.
17. A little flower, which
Before the bolt of Cupid fell milk-white,
Now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it _love-in-idleness_.
_Midsummer Night's Dream._
18. The _lilac_, various in array--now white,
Now sanguine, and her beauteous head now set
With purple spikes pyramidal, as if,
Studious of ornament, yet unresolved
Which hue she most approved, she chose them all.
COWPER.
19. _King-cup_, with its canary hue;
'Twas from this goblet Psyche drew
The nectar for her butterflies.
MISS MOISE.
20. _Jasmine_, with her pale stars shining through
The myrtle darkness of her leaf's green hue.
MRS. NORTON.
21. The _water-lilies_, that glide so pale,
As if with constant care
Of the treasures which they bear;
For those ivory vases hold
Each a sunny gift of gold.
MISS LANDON.
22. _Daffodils_,
That come before the swallow dares,
And take the winds of March with beauty.
_Winter's Tale._
23. Sweet _wild-flowers_, that hold their quiet talk
Upon the uncultured green.
MRS. GILMAN.
24. The virgin _lilies_ in their white,
Clad but with the lawn of almost naked white.
COWLEY.
25. The _hyacinth_, for constancy, wi' its unchanging blue.
BURNS.
26. Blue _pelloret_, from purple leaves up-slanting
A modest gaze, like eyes of a young maiden,
Shining beneath dropp'd lids, the evening of her wedding.
DRAKE.
27. A _tulip_ just open'd, offering to hold
A butterfly gaudy and gay,
Or rocking its cradle of crimson and gold,
Where the careless young slumberer lay.
MISS GOULD.
28. She comes--the first, the fairest thing
That heaven upon the earth doth fling,
Ere winter's star has set;
She dwells behind her leafy screen,
And gives as angels give--unseen,--
The _violet_!
BARRY CORNWALL.
29. The rich _magnolia_,
High priestess of the flowers, whose censer fills
The air.
MRS. SIGOURNEY.
30. CEREUS,
Who wastes on night's dull eye a blaze of charms.
DARWIN.
31. The _scarlet creeper's_ bloom,
When 'midst her leaves the humbird's varying dyes
Sparkle like half-seen fairy eyes.
DR. S. H. DICKSON.
32. You love the sweet GERANIUM'S smell,
Its scollop'd leaves, and crimson flower;
Of days long passed it seems to tell,
And memory owns its magic power.
MISS MARIA JAMES.
33. The _wayside weed_ of homeliest hue,
Looking erect up to the golden blue.
For thus it speaketh to the thinking mind--
"O'erlook me not: I for a purpose grew;
On us one sunshine falls!"
THOMAS MILLER.
34. The last _violet_
That sheds its fragrance on the chill, damp air
Of a November morn, like love in death.
LADY FLORA HASTINGS.
35. The _peony_, with drooping head,
Which blows a transient hour,
And gently shaken in the breeze,
Descends a crimson shower.
MISS MARIA JAMES.
36. The _blue fleur-de-lis_, in the warm sunlight shining,
As if grains of gold in its petals were set.
MARY HOWITT.
37. The pale and delicate _narcissus_' flowers,
Bending so languidly, as still they found
In the pure wave a love and destiny.
MISS LANDON.
38. The _violet's_ azure eye,
Which gazes on the sky,
Until its hue grows like what it beholds.
SHELLEY.
39. The _evening primrose_,
O'er which the wind might gladly take a pleasant sleep,
But that 'tis ever startled by the leap
Of buds into fresh flowers.
KEATS.
40. The _clematis_, all graceful and fair;
You may set it like pearls in the folds of your hair.
MRS. A. M. WELLS.
41. The _tulip_,
Whose passionate leaves with their ruby glow
Hide the heart that is burning and black below.
MISS LANDON.
42. The _almond_, though its branch is sere,
With myriad blossoms beautiful;
As pink, as is the shell's inside.
MARY HOWITT.
43. Lilies for a bridal bed,
Roses for a matron's head,
Violets for a maiden dead--
_Pansies_ let thy flower be.
SHELLEY.
44. The _barberry-bush_,
Whose yellow blossoms hang,
As when a child by grassy lane
Along you lightly sprang.
MRS. GILMAN.
45. The shower
Wets not a rose that buds in beauty's bower
One half so lovely as the _sweet brier_;
----for it grows along
The poor man's pathway, by the poor man's door.
BRAINERD.
46. The low dwarf _acacia_, that droops as it grows,
And the leaves, as you gather them, tremble and close.
MRS. A. M. WELLS.
47. The _cowslip_, that, bending
With its golden bells,
Of each glad hour's ending,
With a sweet chime tells.
MISS LANDON.
48. The beautiful _clover_, so round and red;
There is not a thing in twenty,
That lifts in the morning so sweet a head,
Above its leaves on its earthly bed,
With so many horns of plenty.
MISS H. F. GOULD.
49. A _lily flower_,
The old Egyptian's emblematic mark
Of joy immortal, and of pure affection.
WORDSWORTH.
50. _Mignionette_ the little nun,
In meekness shedding soft perfume.
MISS P. MOISE.
51. The _heliotrope_, whose gray and heavy wreath
Mimics the orchard blossom's fruity breath.
MRS. NORTON.
52. The timid _jasmine-buds_, that keep
Their odors to themselves all day,
But when the sunlight dies away,
Let the delicious secret out.
MOORE.
53. _Violets_ dim,
but sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
or Cytherea's breath.
_Winter's Tale._
54. _Fox-glove_, whose purple vest conceals
Its hollow heart.
MISS MOISE.
55. The _housatonia cerulea_,
Its snowy circle ray'd
With crosslets, bending its pearly whiteness round,
While the spreading lips are bound
With such a mellow shade,
As in the vaulted blue
Deepens at midnight, or grows pale
When mantled in the full moon's slender veil.
PERCIVAL.
56. The _lily_,
Imperial beauty, fair unrivall'd one!
What flower of earth has honor high as thine,
To find thy name on _His_ unsullied lips
Whose eye was light from heaven!
MISS H. F. GOULD.
57. The little _windflower_, whose just open'd eye
Is blue as the Spring heaven it gazes at;
Startling the loiterer in naked paths
With unexpected beauty.
W. C. BRYANT.
58. The trailing _arbutus_, shrouding its grace,
Till fragrance bewrayeth its hiding-place.
MRS. SIGOURNEY.
59. The _woodbine wild_,
That loves to hang on barren boughs remote
Her wreaths of flowery perfume.
W. MASON--_The English Garden_.
60. The Naiad-like _lily of the vale_,
Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale,
That the light of its tremulous bells is seen
Through their pavilions of tender green.
SHELLEY.
WHAT GRATIFIES YOUR TASTE OR YOUR AFFECTIONS?
"We like not most what most is twin to self,
"But that which best supplies the void within."
WHAT GRATIFIES YOUR TASTE, OR YOUR AFFECTIONS?
1. To walk in _choice gardens_,
And from variety of curious flowers
Contemplate nature's workmanship and wonders.
MASSINGER.
2. You love to wander by old _ocean's_ side,
And hold communion with its sullen tide,
To climb the _mountain's_ everlasting wall,
And linger where the _thunder-waters_ fall.
SPRAGUE.
3. _Happy children at their play_,
Whose hearts run over into song.
J. R. LOWELL.
4. _Dogs_ of grave demeanor,
All meekness, gentleness, though large of limb.
ROGERS--_Italy_.
5. _Old legends_ of the monkish page,
Traditions of the saint and sage,
Tales that have the rime of age
And character of eld.
LONGFELLOW.
6. GENTLEMAN.-- A _lock_, a _leaf_,
That some dear girl has given;
Frail record of an hour, as brief
As sunset clouds in heaven,
But spreading purple twilight still
High over memory's shadow'd hill.
O. W. HOLMES.
6. LADY.--There's little that you care for now,
Except a simple _wedding ring_.
THOMAS MILLER.
7. _Fruits that have just begun
To flush_ on the side that is next the sun.
H. F. GOULD.
8. GENTLEMAN.--You do wish that you could be
A _sailor_, on the rolling sea;
In the shadow of the sails
You would ride and rock all day,
Going whither blow the gales,
As you've heard the seamen say.
L. S. NOBLE.
8. LADY.--By the _low cradle_ thou delight'st to sit
Of sleeping infants, watching their soft breath.
CHARLOTTE SMITH.
9. You like a _ring_, an ancient ring,
Of massive form, and virgin gold;
As firm, as free from base alloy
As were the sterling hearts of old.
G. W. DOANE.
10. There's a room you love dearly, the sanctum of bliss,
That holds all the comforts you least like to miss;
Where, like ants in a hillock, you run in and out,
Where sticks grace the corner, and hats lie about,
With book-shelves, where tomes of all sizes are spread,
Not placed to be look'd at, but meant to be read.
ELIZA COOK.