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our, LOVE LIES-A-BLEEDING. Horetess, not The dead will soon forget, and I 
A ARTLESS. Shall soon be with the dead 
I had not lived till now, could sorrow kill! 
Death shuns the wretch, who fain the blow would meet. 
Byron. 
Ambition’s dreams I’ve seen — 
Have felt of love rst venomed es 
When hope has flow: 
Oh! had we never, never met, 
Or could this heart e’en now forget 
How linked, how blest we might rt been, 
Had fate not frowned so dark betwee 
Now farewell ! 
Thou that hast been, what words may never tell. 
Hemans 
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Strong affection 
Contends with all things, and o’ercometh all things. 
Joanna Bailie. 
LUPINE, Buus, Wimp. Her smite THE SouL Her smile was like the peas < 
OF WITCHERY. Of Summer’s softes 
LUPINUS. And worlds of j pres meee  aeeag 
From out her witching eyes . Mrs. L. P. Smith. 
Her looks were looks of melody, 
Hi 
She came like Spring, with pleasant sounds 
Of sweetness and of mirt 
And her thoughts were Ghose wild-flower ones 
That linger not on earth ° 
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LUPINE, Ross-coLoReD. Imacination. . And the wild sparkle of his eye seemed caught 
From high, and lightened with electric thought. Byron. 
LUPINUS. 
Where beams of warm imagination play. 
O’er all bright fancy’s beamy radiance shone. Ogilvie. 
pease fancy hovering o’er, 
Scatters from her pictured urn 
Thoughts t that breathe, and words that burn. .. @ray. 
Do what he will, he cannot realize, 
Half he cosekves ae glorious vision flies 
Go where he may, he cannot hope to find 
The truth, the beauty, pictured in his mind. . . Rogers. 
