WHAT IS THE NAME OF YOUR LADY-LOVE?

If zealous Love should go in search of virtue,

Where should he find it purer than in Blanche?

4. With Leonora it shall be your fate
To be entwined forever-but too late.

N. P. WILLIS.

BYRON-Lament of Tasso.

5. Your Sara came, with gentlest look divine; Bright shone her eye, yet tender was its beam.

COLERIDGE.

6. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed him!
Made him neglect his studies, lose his time,
War with good counsel, set the world at nought,
Made wit with nursing weak, heart-sick with thought.
Two Gentlemen of Verona.

7. What can be the matter with Lizzie, her cheek
That of late has been dimpleless, colorless, cold,
Has gathered a glow and a glory, that speak
Like an eloquent voice of a rapture untold?

8. There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds you o' your Jean.

9. Adieu to sweet Mary forever!

MRS. OSGOOD.

From her you must quickly depart;

BURNS.

Though the fates you from each other sever,
Still her image will dwell in your heart.*

BYRON.

10. Anne loves thee not, for I know Anne's mind as well

as another.

Merry Wives of Windsor.

* The earliest lines written by Lord Byron, in 1804.

11. Marian, who makes your heart and very rhymes.

run o'er.

LEIGH HUNT.

12. Ye hours of expectation, quickly fly,

And bring on hours of blest reality,

When thou shalt Laura see, beside her stand,
Hear her sweet voice, and press her yielded hand.

13. You oft at midnight wander out,

Wrapt up in love, and your capote,
To muse on beauty and the skies,
Cold winds-and Leonora's eyes.

CRABBE.

PRAED.

14. You question not the heart of Kate, you cast upon

her name

No memory of jealous fear, no lightest shade of

blame;

You know that you have loved her long, with deep and secret truth,

You know she is a fitting one to bless your trusting

youth.

ELIZA COOK.

15. Yes there is one true heart, that heart is thine,

16. Forever wilt thou, fond enthusiast, rove

With Julia's spirit, through the shadowy grove.

Gaze with delight on every scene she planned,
Kiss every flower planted by her hand.

17. Sarah! Her face so formed of smiles,-
Her pulses beat with glee!
Each look and motion seeming still

As tuned to harmony.

CAMPBELL.

MARIA JAMES.

18. With all the fervency of youth,
While passion told the tale of truth,
You marked your Hannah's downcast eye,
'Twas kind, but beautifully shy.

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

19. "Come back, Sir," said Kate, "recollect from to-day When I tell you to lave me, I mane ye

20. A wit herself, Amelia weds a wit.

shall stay."

MRS. OSGOOD.

YOUNG-Love of Fame.

21. Mary! Since first you knew her to this hour,
Your love hath deepened, with the wiser sense
Of what in woman is to reverence;

Her clear heart fresh as e'er was forest flower,
Still opens more to you its beauteous dower.

22. Clarinda, mistress of your soul.

JAMES LOWELL.

BURNS.