AMARYLLIS. Splendid beauty. Beauty, too rich for use, for earth too dear. . Shake. 



A. Formosissima. A shape of beauty that bewitched mine eye. . . ^. 



Her glossy hair was clustered o'er her brow, 

 Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth : 



Her eye-brow's shape was like the aerial bow. 

 Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth, 



Mounting at times, to a transparent glow, 

 As if her veins ran lightning Byron. 



Fair lovely lady, bright and crystalline ! 

 As glorious as the morning wash'd with dew, 

 Within whose eyes she takes her dawning beams 

 And golden summer sleeps upon thy cheeks ; 

 Wrap up thy radiations in some cloud, 

 Lest that thy beauty make this stately town 

 Unhabitable as the burning zone, 

 With sweet reflections of thy lovely face. . . S/taks. 



AMBROSIA. 

 Ambrosia. 



Love returned. She was beloved she loved Shaks. 



Soft eyes look'd love, to eyes which spoke again. Byron. 



Love has a fleeter messenger than speech, 



To tell love's meaning. His express post 



Upon the orbs of vision, ere the tongue 



Can shape them into words G. Colman,jr. 



Theirs was love in which the mind delights 



To lose itself. Byron. 



The all-absorbing flame 

 Which, kindled by another, grows the same, 

 Wrapt in one blaze Byron. 



Answer. 

 What sweet delirium o'er his bosom stole ! 



Beatlie. 



I am lost in ecstasy ! Dost thou love, 



Thou charming maid ? 

 This is life indeed ! Life worth preserving. 

 Such life as " I have" never felt till now. 

 My joy, my best belov'd, my only wish ! 

 How shall I speak the transport of my soul ! Addison. 



My soul, my life, 

 Seem'd all too little for your happiness. . . L. E. L. 



Oh! 'tis a heaven worth dying for! .... Watts. 



