"'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We've but to make love to the lips we are near."

"The moon looks On many brooks, "The brook can see no moon but this.""

"Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?"

"No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close; As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turn'd when he rose."

"'T is believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee Was a siren of old who sung under the sea."

"And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns."

"There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet."

"When did morning ever break, And find such beaming eyes awake?"

"To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee."

"When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love."

"Oh, weep for the hour When to Eveleen's bower The lord of the valley with false vows came."

"Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade."

"Good at a fight, but better at a play; Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay."

"Who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all."

"Like a young eagle who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart."

"There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!"

"Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print."

"How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?"

"I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd Above the green elms, that a cottage was near; And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here.""

"Where bastard Freedom waves The fustian flag in mockery over slaves."

"Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon."

"Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow, I 'll taste the luxury of woe."

"The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them."

"Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea When heaven was all tranquillity."

"Love on through all ills, and love on till they die."

"Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea."

"Beholding heaven, and feeling hell."

"As sunshine broken in the rill, Though turned astray, is sunshine still."

"And oh if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this!"

"It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury."

"Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips."

"When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew."

"Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon."

"I give thee all,—I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee."

"Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!"

"Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, Grow pure by being purely shone upon."

"One morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood disconsolate."

"Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all."

"But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last."

"There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song."

"Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,— One minute of heaven is worth them all."

"Accurst is the march of that glory Which treads o'er the hearts of the free."

"Man for his glory To ancestry flies; But Woman's bright story Is told in her eyes."

"Ask a woman's advice, and, whate'er she advise, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise."

"But the trail of the serpent is over them all."

"Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they, But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true."

"This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future,—two eternities!"

"You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still."

"No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us All earth forgot, and all heaven around us."

"And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!"