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Thou art the star that guides me 
Along life’s troubled sea;— 
Whatever fate betides me, 
This heart still turns to thee. 
G. P. Morris. 
He on his side 
Leaning half-raised, with looks of cordial love 
Hung over her enamoured, and beheld 
Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, 
Shot forth peculiar graces. S 
Milton. 
Like Ixion, 
I look on Juno, feel my heart turn to cinders 
With an invisible fire; and yet,, should she 
Deign to appear clothed in a various cloud, 
-The majesty of the substance is so' sacred 
I durst not clasp the shadow. I behold her 
With adoration, feast my eye, while all 
My other senses starve; and, oft frequenting 
The place which she makes happy with her presence, 
I never yet had power, with tongue or pen, 
To move her to compassion, or make known 
What ’tis I languish for; yet I must gaze still, 
Though it increase my flame. 
Massinger. 
