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HARVEST. HATRED.

HARVEST.

THE harvest treasures all

Now gather'd in, beyond the rage of storms,
Sure to the swain; the circling fence shut up;
And instant winter's utmost rage defy'd.
While loose to festive joy, the country round
Laughs with the loud sincerity of mirth,
Shook to the wind their cares.

Around him ply the reaper band,
With lightsome heart and eager hand,
And mirth and music cheer the toil,

While sheaves that stud the russet soil,
And sickles gleaming in the sun,

Thomson.

Tell jocund harvest is begun.

Then glory to the steel

That shines in the reaper's hand;

Pringle.

And thanks to God, who has bless'd the sod,

And crowns the harvest land.

Eliza Cook.

HATRED.

You vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When, I am sure, you hate me in your hearts.

For never can true reconcilement grow

Shakspere.

Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep..

Milton.

Offend her, and she knows not to forgive;
Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live.

I love and hate. Ah! never ask why so!
I hate and love-and that is all I know;
I see 't is folly, but I feel 't is woe.

Forgiveness may be spoken with the tongue,
Forgiveness may be written with the pen,

Pope.

Catullus.

But think not that the parchment and mouth pardon Will e'er eject old hatreds from the heart.

H. Taylor.

HAUGHTY.

FOR highest looks have not the highest mind,
Nor haughty words most full of highest thought,
But are like bladders blown up with the wind,
Which being pricked evanish into nought.

Spenser.

Who now shall give me words and sound
Equal unto this haughty enterprise?
Or who shall lend me wings, with which from ground
My lowly verse may loftily arise?

Spenser.

No lord of thine, thou haught insulting man;
Nor no man's lord.

Shakspere.

Her heavenly form too haughtily she prized:
Her person's hated, and her gifts despised.-Dryden.

HAUNTED.

EARTH NOW

Seem'd like to heaven, a seat where gods might dwell, Or wander with delight, and love to haunt

Her sacred shades.

Celestial Venus haunts Idalia's groves;

Diana Cynthus, Ceres Hybla loves.

Milton.

Pope.

Oh! could I see my country seat!

There, leaning near a gentle brook,
Sleep, or peruse some ancient book;
And there in sweet oblivion drown

Those cares that haunt the court and town. Swift.

On every side the aspect was the same,
All ruin'd, desolate, forlorn, and savage.
No hand or foot within the precinct came,
To rectify or ravage.

Yet over all there hung a cloud of fear,
A sense of mystery the spirit daunted,
And said as plain as whisper in the ear,
The place is haunted!

T. Hood.

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HEALTH.

HEARING.

HEALTH.

TH' ingredients of health and long life are

Great temperance, open air,

Easy labour, little care.

Sir Philip Sidney.

Hold thy hand! health's dear maintainer:
Life perchance may burn the stronger:
Having substance to maintain her,

She perchance may last the longer.
When the artist goes about

To repress her flame, I doubt
Oftentimes he snuffs it out.

Quarles.

The surest way to health, say what they will,
Is never to suppose we shall be ill;-
Most of those evils we poor mortals know,
From doctors and imagination flow.

Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor power,
Can give the heart a cheerful hour,
When health is lost. Be timely wise;
With health all taste of pleasure flies.

Churchill.

Gay.

HEARING.

THIS is the slowest yet the daintiest sense;
For ev'n the ears of such as have no skill,
Perceive a discord and conceive offence;

And knowing not what's good, yet find the ill.

On earth

Davies.

Who against faith and conscience can be heard
Infallible.

Milton.

A dearth of words a woman need not fear;
But 't is a task indeed to learn-to hear.
In that the skill of conversation lies;
That shows or makes you both polite and wise.

Young.

Since 't is your command, what you so well
Are pleased to hear, I cannot grieve to tell.-Denham.

ᎻᎬᎪᎡᎢ.

IF Love hath lent you twenty thousand tongues, And every tongue more moving than your own, Bewitching like the wanton mermaid's songs,

Yet from mine ear the tempting tune is blown; For know, my heart stands armed in my ear, And will not let a false sound enter there.

Shakspere.

Some secret venom preys upon his heart;
A stubborn and unconquerable flame
Creeps in his veins, and drinks the stream of life.

Rowe.

I court others in verse, but I love thee in prose,
They have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart.

Though gay companions o'er the bowl
Dispel awhile the sense of ill,

Though pleasure stir the madd'ning soul-
The heart, the heart, is lonely still.

Youth's jocund suns, and seasons blythe,
When time had wings, but not a scythe,
With these I calmly part;

But as the wreck that braves the deep,
Oh, let me still, though broken, keep
The fragments of—a heart!

The darkest night that shrouds the sky,
Of beauty hath a share;

The blackest heart hath signs to tell
That God still lingers there.

Prior.

Byron.

Cotton.

R. Nicol.

The flush of youth soon passes from the face,
The spells of fancy from the mind depart;

The form may lose its symmetry and grace,-
But time can claim no victory o'er the heart.

That heart, methinks,

Mrs. Dinnies.

Were of strange mould, which kept no cherish'd print
Of earlier, happier times, when life was fresh,
And love and innocence made holiday.

Hillhouse.

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HEAVY. HEIR. HEREAFTER.

HEAVY.

LEARN this, ye men of wealth—a heavy purse
In a fool's pocket is a heavy curse.

St. George's banner, broad and gay,
Now faded, as the fading ray

Less bright, and less, was flung;
The evening gale had scarce the power
To wave it on the donjon tower,

So heavily it hung.

Cumberland.

Scott.

HEIR-HEIRESS.

THAT I'll give my voice on Richard's side,
To bar my master's heirs in true descent!
God knows, I will not do it.

Sunk is the hero, and his glory lost,

And I his heir in misery alone.

What did ever heiress get

By being born to lordships yet?

When the more lady she's of manors,

She's but exposed to more trepanners?

HEREAFTER.

Shakspere.

Pope.

Butler.

HARK how the birds do sing,

And woods do ring,

All creatures have their joy, and man hath his;

Yet if we rightly measure,

Man's joy and pleasure

Rather hereafter, than in present is.

Herbert.

'Tis the divinity that stirs within us,

"Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter,

And intimates eternity to man.

Addison.

I still shall wait

Some new hereafter, and a future state.

Prior.