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BANISHMENT-EXILE.

BANISHMENT — EXILE.

1. Banish'd!-the damned use that word in hell; Howlings attend it; how, hast thou the heart To mangle me with that word-banishment?

SHAKSPEARE.

2. Some natural tears they dropt, but wip'd them soon:
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

3. When I think of my own native land, In a moment 1 seem to be there;

But alas! recollection at hand

Soon hurries me back to despair.

4. Ah me! how oft will fancy's spells, in slumber,
Recall my native country to my mind;
How oft regret will bid me sadly number
Each lost delight, and dear friend left behind!

COWPER.

MAT. G. LEWIS.

5, Dreams of the land where all my wishes centre,
Those scenes which I am doom'd no more to know,
Full oft shall memory trace-my soul's tormentor-
And turn each pleasure past to present woe.

6.

I depart,

MAT. G. LEWIS.

Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by,
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine

eye.

BYRON'S Childe Harold.

7. Then fare thee well, my country, lov'd and lost!

Too early lost, alas! when once so dear;

I turn in sorrow from thy glorious coast,
And urge the feet forbid to linger here.

8. Farewell! my more than fatherland!
Home of my heart and friends, adieu!
Ling'ring beside some foreign strand,
How oft shall I remember you!

E. D. GRIFFIN.

R. H. WILDE.

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1. Who, forthwith, from the glitt'ring staff unfurl'd T'h' imperial ensign, which, full high advanc'd, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost. 2. "T is the Star-Spangled Banner-Oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

3. As long as patriot valour's arm
Shall win the battle's prize,
That star shall beam triumphantly.
That Eagle seek the skies!

4. Flag of the free heart's only home,
By angel hands to valour given,

Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in heaven!
For ever float that standard sheet!

Where breathes the foe but falls before us,
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,

F. KEY.

J. R. DRAKE.

And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us!

J. R. DRAKE.

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BASHFULNESS - BLUSH - MODESTY.

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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. SHAKSPEARE.

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

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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BATTLE-FIGHTING-WAR.

BATTLE - FIGHTING-WAR.

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.

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.

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,

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