As falls the ev'ning dew upon So may thy heart, to Heav'n upturn'd, And thus it shall be pure, young maid, As the early flower of morn~ Thy feelings as the fragrant breath That from its cell is born! In deeming such inhabit many a spot, Tho' with them to converse, can rarely be our lot? BYRON. GIVE me a HEART whose love would twine Like ivy round the ruined shrine, In sorrow's hour or peril's storm, With faith as deep and love as warm- LINES. "Tho' many a gifted mind we meet, To live with them is far less sweet, RAISE ye no tomb, but let spring flow'rs only Let the violet meek, and the spring's early roses, The form that in beauty and youth was arrayed. There, tho' our thoughts with fond feeling will linger, The flowers that o'er her in beauty are springing, Shall appeal to our hearts, and awaken our tears— Till the form that we loved shall be radiantly winging Its flight to the mansions of holier spheres. LINES. Do any thing but love: or if thou lovest, L. E. L. FORGET that thou art human, Give not thy feelings play, Affect the calm simplicity The smile of fond affection, word. Affection, and such feelings, |