And islands that, empurpled bright, And mountains, that like giants stand, High on the south, huge Benvenue Down to the lake in masses threw Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurl'd, Her chalice rear'd of silver bright; The lark sent down her revelry; The black-bird and the speckled thrush SCOTT. LOGIC. (Hudibras, his Logic) He was in logic a great critic, A hair 'twixt south and south-west side; And pay with ratiocination : All this by syllogism true, In mood and figure he would do. BUTLER. LONDON. (Motives for going to) Ambition, av'rice, penury incurr'd By endless riot, vanity, the lust The world of wand'ring knights and squires to town. And the shark's prey; the spendthrift, and the leech That sucks him: there the sycophant, and he These are the charms that sully and eclipse The hope of better things, the chance to win, Of flutt'ring, loit'ring, cringing, begging, loose, Love. (Concealed) She never told her love, CowPER. But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. LOVE. (Connubial) SHAKSPEARE. Till Hymen brought his love-delighted hour, There dwelt no joy in Eden's rosy bower! In vain the viewless seraph lingering there, At starry midnight charm'd the silent air; In vain the wild-bird caroll'd on the steep, To hail the sun, slow wheeling from the deep; In vain, to soothe the solitary shade, Aerial notes in mingling measure play'd ; The summer wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee :Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stray. The world was sad!-the garden was a wild! And man, the hermit, sighed-till woman smiled! CAMPBELL. LOVE. (Dissembled) Think not I love him, though I ask for him; 'Tis but a peevish boy :—yet he talks well;But what care I for words? yet words do well, When he that speaks them pleases those that hear, But, sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him: He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the differ ence Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him In parcels as I did, would have gone near He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black; I marvel, why I answer'd not again: But that's all one; omittance is no quittance. SHAKSPEARE. LOVE. (Fickleness of) Alas-how light a cause may move Dissention between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain has tried, And sorrow but more closely tied ; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Like ships that have gone down at sea, A word unkind, or wrongly taken — A breath, a touch like this has shaken- They wore in courtship's smiling day; As though its waters ne'er could sever, Yet, ere it reach the plains below, Breaks into floods that part for ever. He sits, with flowerets fettered round :- Is found below far Eastern skies,Whose wings, though radiant when at rest, Lose all their glory when he flies! Some difference of this dangerous kind,By which, though light, the links that bind The fondest hearts may soon be riven; Some shadow in love's summer heaven, |