Moss. 



(Continued.) 



With none to bless us, none whom we can bless, 



None, that with kindred consciousness endued, 



If we were not, would seem to smile the less ! 



This is to be alone ; this, this is solitude. . Byron. 



And say, without our hopes, without our fears, 

 Without the home that plighted love endears, 

 Without the smile from partial beauty won, 

 Oh ! what were man ? a world without a sun. 



Short retirement urges sweet return. 



Campbell. 



Milton. 



MYRTLE. 



Myrtus. 



Love positive. 



I court others in verse, but love thee in prose ! 

 They have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart. 



Prior. 



, V 



On your hand, that pure altar, I vow, 



Though I 've looked, and have liked, and have left 



That I never have loved till now. . . M. G. Lewis. 



By those tresses unconfined, 

 Woo'd by " every gentle" wind ; 

 By those lids whose jetty fringe 

 Kiss thy soft cheek's blooming tinge ; 

 By those wild eyes, like the roe, 

 Ah ! hear my vow before I go 

 My dearest life, I love thee ! 

 Can I cease to love thee ? no ! 

 Zoe mou s-as agapo 



Byron. 



Yes, it is love if thoughts of tenderness, 



Tried in temptation, strengthen'd by distress, 



Unmov'd by absence, firm in every clime, 



And yet oh, more than all ! untir'd by time. same. 



Answer. 

 The myrtle bough bids lovers live. 



Scott. 



NARCISSUS, Poetic. 

 Narcissus poeticus. 



Egotism and self Nor knew, fond youth ! it was himself he lov'd. 



Addison's Ovid. 



His duty 'tis to love himself alone 



Nor cares, though mankind perish, if he smiles. Young. 



And he, the light and vain one, for him there never wakes 



That love, for which a woman's heart will beat until it 



breaks ........... L. E. L. 



The selfish heart deserves the pain it feels. . Young. 



