"'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."

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

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

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

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

"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."

"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."

"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."

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

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

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

"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."

"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."

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

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

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

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

"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."

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

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

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

"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!"

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

"Beholding heaven, and feeling hell."

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

"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.""

"And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon."

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

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

"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."

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

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

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

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

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

"My only books Were woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me."

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

"The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing."

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

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

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