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10. And there were sighs, the deeper for suppression,
And stolen glances, sweeter for the theft,
And burning blushes, tho' for no transgression,
Tremblings when met, and restlessness when left.
BYRON'S Don Juan.

11. I think that all the world are grown anonymous,
Since no one cares to tell us what he's call'd.

BYRON'S Werner.

12. In many ways does the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal.

COLERIDGE.

1.

CONFESSION.

I know not why

I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
Love's reason's without reason.

2. I blush to think what I have said

SHAKSPEARE.

But fate has wrested the confession from me ;-
Go on, and prosper in the paths of honour;
Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee,
And make the gods propitious to our love.

ADDISON'S Cato.

3. Well did I mark the new-born passion grow, Which my heart beat responsive at perceiving.

4. As letters some hand has invisibly trac'd,

A. SKETON.

When held to the flame, will steal out to the sight;
So, many a feeling that long seem'd effac'd,

The warmth of a meeting like this brings to light.

MOORE.

5. A light comes o'er me from those looks of love, Like the first dawn of mercy from above.

MOORE.

6. I admit you are handsome,-but still, I should guess,
That others are handsome as you ;

I've heard you call'd charming,—but you must confess
That all things we hear are not true:

You think me the slave of your charms;-I allow
That in graces but few are above you;

Yet, charming and fair as I see you, I vow
That I cannot deny it-I love you!

J. T. WATSON.

CONFIDENCE.

1. Thy words convince me; all my doubts are vanish'd.

ESCHYLUS' Agamemnon.

2. Be thou as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee.

3. Let mutual joy our mutual trust combine, And love, and love-born confidence, be thine!

4. Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee.

SHAKSPEARE.

DRYDEN.

MISS L. E. LANDON.

5. Amidst the dull cares that surround us in life,

In the moments of bliss that illumine our way,—
When the bosom is torn with contention and strife,

Or thrill'd with delight at the scenes we survey,―
Oh! blest is the man, who can freely repose
In the heart of a friend all his joys and his woes!

J. T. WATSON.

CONSCIENCE - DUTY.

1. Whiles trembling horror did his conscience daunt, And hellish anguish did his soul assail.

SPENSER.

SHAKSPEARE.

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CONSCIENCE - DUTY.

2. A peace above all other dignities,

A still and quiet conscience.

3. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale,

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4. Oh! I have past a miserable night!
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
That as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 't were to buy a world of happy days!

5. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

6. Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just; And he but naked, though lock'd up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

7.

8.

Leave her to heaven,

And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.

Now conscience wakes despair,

That slumber'd; wakes the bitter memory

Of what he was, what is, and what must be

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

SHAKSPEARE.

Worse, if worse deeds, worse sufferings must ensue.

MILTON'S Paradise Lost.

9. He that has light within his own clear breast,
May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts,
Benighted walks under the mid-day sun;
Himself is his own dungeon.

MILTON'S Comus.

10. Why should not conscience have vacation, As well as other courts o' the nation? Have equal power to adjourn,

11.

Appoint appearance, and return?

"Tis ever thus

BUTLER'S Hudibras.

With noble minds; if chance they slide to folly,
Remorse stings deeper, and relentless conscience
Pours more of gall into the bitter cup

Of their severe repentance.

12. Here, here it lies; a lump of lead by day; And in my short, distracted, nightly slumbers, The hag that rides my dreams.

13. One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas,
And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels,
Than Cæsar with the Senate at his heels.

MASON.

DRYDEN.

POPE'S Essay on Man.

14. He's arm'd without, that 's innocent within.

15. Knowledge or wealth to few are given, But mark how just the ways of heaven:

РОРЕ.

True joy to all is free.

Nor wealth nor knowledge grant the boon,
"Tis thine, O Conscience! thine alone-

It all belongs to thee.

MICKLE.

16. Oh conscience! conscience! man's most faithful friend,
Him canst thou comfort, ease, relieve, defend;
But if he will thy friendly checks forego,
Thou art, Oh, woe for me! his deadliest foe!

CRABBE.

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CONSCIENCE-DUTY.

17. Conscience, what art thou? thou tremendous power!
Who dost inhabit us without our leave,
And art within ourselves, another self,
A master self, that loves to domineer,
And treat the monarch frankly as the slave?

YOUNG'S Brothers.

18. Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly-angels could no more.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts.

19. The sly informer minutes ev'ry fault, And her dread diary with horror fills.

20.

YOUNG'S Night Thoughts..

There is no future pang,

BYRON'S Manfred.

Can deal that justice on the self-condemn'd,
He deals on his own soul.

21. Though thy slumbers may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep;

There are shades that will not vanish,

There are thoughts thou canst not banish.

BYRON'S Manfred.

22. My solitude is solitude no more, But peopled with the furies.

BYRON'S Manfred.

23. A quiet conscience makes one so serene! Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded That all the apostles would have done as they did.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

24. But, at sixteen, the conscience rarely gnaws
So much, as when we call our old debts in
At sixty years, and draw the account of evil,
And find a deuced balance with the devil.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

25. So much the better:-
:-1 may stand alone,

But would not change my free-will for a throne.

BYRON'S Don Juan.

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