Vain as the leaf upon the stream, 
And fickle as a changeful dream. 
Scott’s Lady of the Lake. 
Our last, was even as our content volatile, and vain; 
The a = done, the song was sung, we never met 
Theis tid to remember, and nothing to regret, 
Love bans not the flatterer, love chains not the / 
Coquette L. B.D. 
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YoururuL Love. What can match the spell divine, 
The first impassioned dream of youth. . . . Anonymous. 
SILENE VIRGINICA. 
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Loving te all the snow-white truth, 
That is found but in early youth; 
Freshness of feeling, as of flower—....... L. BE. L. 
But sweeter still than this, than these, than all, 
Is oot alg and passionate love—it stands alone, 
Adam’s recollection of his fall......... yon, 
CATCH FLY, Rep.. 
CATCH FLY, Wurre.. 
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All unavoided is the doom of destiny eieay ss eo Td. 
What fates impose, that men must needs abide. . . . Jd. 
Let none think to fly th rhe 
For soon or late, love is his own avenger... ., Byron. “ 
Whate’er betides, by destiny ’tis done. : 
And better bear like men, than vainly seek to shun. ah 
Dryden 
Alas, what stay is there in human state, 
Or who can shun inevitable fate?......... 
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I tive For THEE. To thee, my love, my heart, my life are due. Langhorn. 
Thou art my light of life! without thee, bliss, : ; 
Even the bliss of ‘eee were but pain; 
But with thee, earth hath not a wilderness 
So dark, but ’twould be blessed paradise. . S, P. Chase. 
All that of myself is mine, 
Lovely Amoret, is thine. . . 
Be mine, dear maid! this faithful heart 
Can never prove untrue 
’?Twere easier far with life to part, 
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My soul, gone forth from this lone breast, 
Lives only, love, in thine; 
teers is its holy home of rest, 
ts dear, its chosen shrine. . 
