METHINKS how dainty sweet it were, reclined Aught envying. And, O Anna! mild-eyed maid! Losing the time beneath the greenwood shade Or we might sit and tell some tender tale Of faithful vows repaid by cruel scorn, A tale of true love, or of friend forgot; And I would teach thee, lady, how to rail In gentle sort, on those who practise not Or love or pity, though of woman born. As in those domes where Cæsars once bore sway Goldsmith. A WISH. BY ROGERS. MINE be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Around my ivied porch shall spring The village-church, among the trees, Her poverty was glad; her heart content, Nor knew she what the spleen or vapour meant. Dryden. COURAGE. He's truly valiant that can suffer The worst that man can breathe; and make his wrongs His outsides; to wear them like his raiment, carelessly; To bring it into danger. Shakespeare Courage. COURAGE. BY BARRY CORNWALL. COURAGE!-Nothing can withstand Oh! no mountain-nymph art thou, Courage!-Nothing e'er withstood Courage! There is none so poor, |