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G.–Would you teach her to love?
For a time seem to rove;
But leave her awhile,
She shortly will smile,
L.—The blushing cheek, the sweetness of the face,
The gentle look, coy air, and modest grace,
G.–By praise—whose voice is sweet to every ear,
The women love it, and the men revere.
L.—The surest way to make yourself beloved
Is so to act that you may love yourself.
G.-Her heart has settled in a sea of pride,
H. F. Gould.
And dost thou say her heart is cold,
Because thine eye cannot discover
On glittering crowds) one welcome lover ?
Which, swept by Summer's careless breezes
As often as the zephyr pleases.
But when the stricken lyre, which long
Hath hung upon the wall, decaying,
Obedient to the minstrel's playing,
And to its master's touch alone
Even so the heart, that, sad and cold,
Warms not beneath thy careless wooing,
And worshipped—to its own undoing;
And still perchance the day may come,
When, from its halls of silence taken,
To life and love and joy shall waken,
L. Though he loved you once sincerely,
ind his heart was all your own,
Which like childhood soon has flown.
G.–Of her modish hat, whose breadth contains
The measure of its owner's brains.
L.-His corn and cattle are his only care.
G-Oh, joy is bright in her laughing eye,
And kindles her youthful bosom,
On the summer's gentle blossom.
To her buoyant spirit stealing ;
To her raptured view revealing.
L.-Good humor reigneth on his brow,
Yet mingled with due gravity,
Though far from levity;
G--She thinks that kindred graces prove
Your heart's for one designed,
And sympathy of mind.
L.-He had rather have a fool to make him merry than a lonely experience to make him sad. Shakspeare.
G.–To pray for thy heart's hopes when hers are gone,
Nor let its after-coldness chill her own;
To hold thy love, with every fault, more dear
L.-Love on his lips, and hatred in his heart,
His motto-constancy ; his creed—to part;
It is a fearful things