8. He scarce afforded one kind parting word, But went away so cold, the kiss he gave me Seem'd the forc'd compliment of sated love.

10. I ne'er on that lip for a moment have gaz'd,

But a thousand temptations beset me,

And I've thought, as the dear little rubies you've rais'd,
How delicious 't would be-if you'd let me !

11. A long, long kiss-a kiss of youth and love,
And beauty, all concentrating, like rays
Into one focus kindling from above.

MOORE.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

12. Kiss rhymes to bliss in fact, as well as verse.

13. I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse

The tyrant's wish "that mankind only had

...

One neck, which he with one fell stroke might pierce:"
My wish is quite as wide, but not as bad;—. . .
That womankind had but one rosy mouth,
To kiss them all at once from North to South.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

14. She rose-she sprung-she clung to his embrace
Till his heart heav'd beneath her hidden face;
He dar'd not raise to his that deep blue eye,
Which, downcast, droop'd in tearless agony.
Her long fair hair lay floating o'er her arms
In all the wildness of dishevell'd charms.
Scarce beat that bosom where his image dwelt,
So full-that feeling seem'd almost unfelt.

BYRON'S Corsair.

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EMBRACE - KISS.

15. And Paulo by degrees gently embrac'd

16.

With one permitted arm, her lovely waist;
And both their cheeks, like peaches on a tree,
Lean'd with a touch together thrillingly.

-The twofold bliss,

The promis'd wedding, and the present kiss.

LEIGH HUNT.

JOEL BARLOW.

17. The roses on your cheeks were never made
To bless the eye alone, and then to fade;
Nor had the cherries on your lips their being,
To please no other sense than that of seeing.

18.

-And her white arms hung
On his lov'd neck, as tho' in that one clasp
The whole wide world of joy was in her grasp.
MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.

19. It was enough-each wild and throbbing heart
Was closely beating 'gainst its dearer part.

MRS. C. H. W. ESLING.

20. And with a velvet lip print on his brow
Such language as the tongue hath never spoken.

21. Balmy seal of soft affection,

Tenderest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connexion,

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss!

22. As o'er her drooping form he softly bent,

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

The pressure of his lip was on her brow,

While to her cheek the warm blood came and went,
Varying each moment with her rich thought's flow,
While tell-tale dimples in her cheek appearing,
Told that a sweet love-thought her heart was stirring.
MRS. AMELIA B. WELBY.

23. I know thou dost love me-ay! frown if thou wilt, And curl that beautiful lip,

Which I never can gaze on without the guilt

Of burning its dew to sip!

C. F. HOFFMAN.

EMIGRATION.

1. Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail,
That, idly waiting, flaps with every gale,
Downward they move, a melancholy band,
Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

2. Good heaven! what sorrows gloom'd that parting day,
That call'd them from their native walks away!
When the poor exiles, every pleasure past,

Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd their last,
And took a long farewell, and wish'd in vain
For seats like those beyond the western main;
And, shudd'ring still to face the distant deep,
Return'd and wept, and still return'd to weep.

GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village.

3. Behold the duteous son, the sire decay'd,
The modest matron, and the blushing maid,
Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main.

4.

GOLDSMITH'S Traveller.

Slow night drew on,
And round the rude hut of the emigrant
The wrathful spirit of the rising storm

Spake bitter things. His weary children slept,
And he, with head declin'd, sat, list'ning long

To the swoln waters of the Illinois,

Dashing against their shores.

MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.

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EMULATION – ENEMY - HATRED, &c.

5. Let us depart! the universal sun

Confines not to one land his blessed beams;
Nor is man rooted, like a tree, whose seed
The winds on some ungenial soil have cast,
There, where he cannot prosper.

SOUTHEY'S Madoc.

6. With all that's ours, together let us rise,
Seek brighter plains, and more indulgent skies;
Where fair Ohio rolls his amber tide,
And nature blossoms in her virgin pride;

Where all that Beauty's hand can form to please,
Shall crown the toils of war with rural ease.

DAVID HUMPHREYS.

EMULATION.-(See AMBITION.)

ENEMY-HATRED — MALICE.

1. For never can true reconcilement grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierc'd so deep.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

2. He, who would free from malice pass his days, Must live obscure, and never merit praise.

3. Lands, intersected by a narrow frith,
Abhor each other. Mountains, interpos'd,
Make enemies of nations, which had else
Like kindred drops been mingled into one.

GAY'S Epistles.

4. Offend her, and she knows not to forgive; Oblige her, and she 'll hate you while you live.

COWPER.

POPE.

5. A smile, a ghastly, withering smile, Convulsive o'er her features play'd.

MRS. HOLFORD'S Margaret of Anjou.

6. Oh, that we were on the dark wave together,
With but one plank between us and destruction,
That I might grasp him in these desperate arms,
And plunge with him amid the weltering billows,
And view him gasp for life!

MATURIN'S Bertram.

7. Fear'd, shunn'd, belied, ere youth had lost her force,
He hated men too much to feel remorse,

And thought the vice of wrath a sacred call,
Το pay the injuries of some on all.

BYRON'S Corsair.

8. There was a laughing Devil in his sneer,
That caus'd emotions both of rage and fear;
And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!

9.

10.

There is no passion

More spectral or fantastical than Hate;

BYRON'S Corsair.

Not even its opp'site, Love, so peoples air
With phantoms, as this madness of the heart.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

If a grasp of yours

Would raise us from the gulf wherein we 're plung'd,
No hand of ours would stretch itself to meet it.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

BYRON'S Two Foscari.

11. They'd have him live, because he fears not death.

12. They did not know how hate can burn

In hearts once chang'd from soft to stern,
Nor all the false and fatal zeal
The convert of revenge can feel.

BYRON'S Siege of Corinth.