28. Then come the wild weather-come sleet or come snow, LONGFELLOW - From the German. 29. Oh, pleasant is the welcome kiss When day's dull round is o'er, J. R. DRAKE. 30. Tho' close the link that bound them, yet hath heaven A closer tie to the true-hearted given. MRS. C. H. W. ESLING. MECHANIC. - (See BLACKSMITH.) MEDICINE. - (See DISEASE.) POPE. BEATTIE. MEEKNESS - MILDNESS. 1. Of manners gentle, of affections mild, In wit, a man - simplicity, a child. 2. Though sprightly, gentle; though polite, sincere; And only of thyself a judge severe. 3. She was a soft landscape of mild earth, Where all was harmony and calm and quiet, 4. With a spirit as meek as the gentlest of those Who in life's sunny valley lie shelter'd and warm. BYRON. MOORE. So gently, that the lily on its stalk 7. The one presiding feature in her mind BURNS. J. G. PERCIVAL. MEETING. 1. Sir, you are very welcome to our house; It must appear in other ways than words, SHAKSPEARE. 2. A hundred thousand welcomes! I could weep, 3. I sware By the simplicity of Venus' doves! SHAKSPEARE. By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves! To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. SHAKSPEARE. 4. The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence; Else who could bear it? 5. Absence, with all its pains, ROWE'S Tamerlane. Is by this charming moment wiped away. THOMSON. 6. When lovers meet in adverse hour, 'T is like a sun-glimpse through a shower; Scott's Rokeby. 7. And does not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I've been wand'ring away - MELANCHOLY. - (See CARE.) MEMORY. 1. He that is strucken blind cannot forget 2. Of joys departed, never to return, How bitter's the remembrance! 3. Rise to transports past expressing, Sweeter by remembrance made. SHAKSPEARE. BLAIR'S Grave. 4. Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my heart, and turns the past to pain. GOLDSMITH. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 5. Had memory been lost with innocence We had not known the sentence, nor th' offence; 6. Thinking will make me mad; why must I think, When no thought brings me comfort? DENHAM. SOUTHERN. 7. And scenes long past, of joy and pain, Come wildering o'er his aged brain. SCOTT's Last Minstrel. 8. It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody. 9. Through the shadowy past, ROGERS' Italy. MOORE'S Loves of the Angels. 10. Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd! 11. When time, which steals our years away, The memory of the past will stay, MOORE. MOORE. 12. Let fate do her worst; there are moments of joy, 13. My memory now is but the tomb Of joys long past. 14. But in that instant, o'er his soul MOORE. BYRON'S Giaour. BYRON'S Giaour. 15. But ever and anon, of grief subdued 16. There comes a token, like a serpent's sting, BYRON'S Childe Harold. And other days came back to me With recollected music, tho' the tone Is chang'd and solemn, like the cloudy groan Of dying thunder on the distant wind. BYRON'S Childe Harold. BYRON'S Don Juan. 17. We ne'er forget, tho' there we are forgot. 19. Ah! tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past; - BYRON. MISS L. E. LANDON. 20. There are moments of life that we never forget, Which brighten, and brighten, as time steals away; J. G. PERCIVAL. 21. As we look back thro' life in our moments of sadness, PROSPER M. WETMORE. |