She never told her love, 
But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud, 
Feed on her damask cheek ; she pined in thought. 
Shaks 
Her eye may grow dim, and her cheek han grow pale, 
But tell they not both the same fond ta 
Love’s lights have fled from her eye ar a cheek 
To burn and die on the heart which they seek. Z. 1’. L. 
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LINDEN TREE. VARIED EXCELLENCE. Skilled alike to dazzle, and to please...... . . Rogers. 
inemgs ink by — converse happily to 
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te ay i eloquent with ease, 
Intent to reason, or polite to please.......... Pope. 
And sure if aught below the seats divine, 
Can touch in mortals, ’tis a soul like thine! . . . Same, 
ANSWER. 
‘©? Tis sweet to watch affection’s eye, 
The praise of those we love to 
Like balmy showers in verscwesec heat 
It falls upon the greedy ear.’’ 
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(Locust, THE GREEN AFFRcTION BEYOND THE In his grave assure thyself my love is buried. . . Shaks, : 
LEAVES. GRAVE. 
Time tempers love, but not removes, 
More hallowed when its hope is fled ; 
Oh! what are thousand living loves, j 
To that which cannot quit the dead....... Byron. g 
When true hearts are withered 
When the stem dies, the ~~ that grew 
Out of its heart, must perish too. ...,,....---- 
The tear that is nes Renn in 7 m4 ‘roll, 
Shall long keep his 
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Esrrancep Love. Here the poor lover that has long endured 
So 
LOTOS FLOWER, 
me proud nymph’s scorn, of his fo: as passion ree 
