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BASHFULNESS - BLUSH - MODESTY.

BASHFULNESS-BLUSH-MODESTY.

1. Unto the ground she cast her modest eye, And, ever and

anon, with rosy red,

The bashful blush her snowy cheeks did dye.

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

2. Maidens in modesty say No, to that
Which they would have the profferers construe, Aye.

3. Confusion thrill'd me then, and secret joy,

SHAKSPEARE.

Fast throbbing, stole its treasures from my heart,
And, mantling upward, turn'd my face to crimson.

4. From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Ten thousand little loves and graces spring, To revel in the roses

BROOKE.

Rowe's Tamerlane.

5. As lamps burn silent with unconscious light,
So modest ease in beauty shines most bright;
Unaiming charms with rays resistless fall,
And she, who means no mischief, does it all.

6. He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.

AARON HILL.

THOMSON'S Seasons.

7. Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

8. A crimson blush her beauteous face o'erspread,
Varying her cheeks, by turn, with white and red;
The driving colours, never at a stay,
Run here and there, and flush, and fade away.

9. The modest matron, and the blushing maid.

POPE.

PARNELL.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

10. The bashful virgin's sidelong look of love.

11. That modest grace subdu'd my soul,

That chastity of look which seems to hang,
A veil of purest light, o'er all her beauties,
And by forbidding most inflames desire.

12. I pity bashful men, who feel the pain

Of fancied scorn, and undeserv'd disdain,
And bear the marks upon a blushing face,
Of needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace.

GOLDSMITH.

YOUNG.

COWPER.

13. True modesty is a discerning grace, And only blushes in the proper place;

But counterfeit is blind, and skulks thro' fear,
Where 't is a shame to be asham'd t' appear.

COWPER.

14. Playful blushes, that seem'd nought But luminous escapes of thought.

15. I know a cheek whose blushes,

As they trembling come and go,

I could gaze upon for ever,
If it did not pain thee so.

16. And so the blush is form'd, and flies, Nor owns reflection's calm control,

17.

It comes, it deepens-fades, and dies,
A gush of feeling from the soul.

Modesty's the charm

That coldest hearts can quickest warm;
Which all our best affections gains,

And, gaining, ever still retains.

T. MOORE.

MRS. OSGOOD.

MRS. DINNIES.

J. K. PAULDING.

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1. So brave returning, with his brandish'd blade, He to the carle himself again addrest,

2.

And struck at him so sternly that he made
An open passage through his riven breast,
And half the steel behind his back did rest.

SPENSER'S Fairy Queen.

It was a pity-so it was,

That villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good brave fellow has destroy'd.

SHAKSPEARE.

3. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war.

SHAKSPEARE.

4. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man

As modest stillness and humility;

But when the blast of war blows in his ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger.

5. Now one's the better-then the other best,
Both tugging to be victor, breast to breast;
Yet neither conqueror or is conquered,
So is the equal poise of this fell war.

6. With many a stiff thwack, many a bang,
Hard crabtree and old iron rang;
While none who saw them could divine
To which side conquest would incline.

7. Ah me! what perils do environ

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

The man that meddles with cold iron!
For tho' Dame Fortune seem to smile,
And leer upon him for a while,

8.

She'll after show him, in the nick

Of all his glories, a dog-trick.

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

-Death

Grinn'd horribly a ghastly smile, to hear

His famine should be fill'd, and bless'd his maw,
Destined to that good hour.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

9. Those who in quarrels interpose, Must often wipe a bloody nose.

10. The broomstick o'er her head she waves;

GAY'S Fables.

She sweats, she stamps, she puffs, she raves;-
The sneaking cur before her flies;

She whistles, calls-fair speech she tries.
These nought avail. Her choler burns;
The fist and cudgel threat by turns;
With hasty stride she presses near;
He slinks aloof, and howls with fear.

GAY's Fables.

11. He drew the sword, but knew its rage to charm,
And loved peace best when he was forc'd to arm;
Unmov'd with all the glittering pomp of power,
He took with joy, but laid it down with more.

12. Nations with nations mixt confus'dly die, And lost in one promiscuous carnage lie.

Rowe's Lucan.

13. Me glory summons to the martial scene;
The field of combat is the sphere for men.
Where heroes war, the foremost place I claim,
The first in danger, and the first in fame.

ADDISON.

POPE'S Homer.

14. Rash, fruitless war, from wanton glory wag'd, Is only splendid murder.

THOMSON.

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BATTLE-FIGHTING-WAR.

15. Is death more cruel from a private dagger

16.

Than in the field, from murdering swords of thousands?
Or does the number slain make slaughter glorious?

War is of use to human kind;

For ever and anon, when you

have pass'd

A few dull years in peace and propagation,

The world is overstock'd with fools, and wants
A pestilence at least, if not a hero.

17. Then shook the hills with thunder riven,

Then rush'd the steeds to battle driven,
And, louder than the bolts of heaven,
Far flash'd the red artillery.

18. Their clamours rend the hills around,
And earth re-bellows with the sound;
And many a groan increased the din
From broken nose and battered shin.

CIBBER.

JEFFERY.

CAMPBELL.

TRUMBULL'S McFingal.

19. And cover'd o'er with knobs and pains Each void receptacle for brains.

TRUMBULL'S McFingal.

20. One murder marks the assassin's odious name, But millions damn the hero into fame.

R. T. PAINE.

21. And, where the hottest fire was seen and heard, And the loud cannon peal'd its hoarsest strains.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

22. All that the mind would shrink from of excesses,
All that the body perpetrates of bad,

All that we read, hear, dream, of man's distresses,
All that the devil would do, if run stark mad-
Was here let loose.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

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