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ADDRESS. ADIEU.

ADDRESS.

HENRY, in knots involving Emma's name,
Had half-confessed, and half-concealed his flame,
Upon this tree; and as the tender mark
Grew with the year, and widened with the bark,
Venus had heard the virgin's soft address,
That as the wound the passion might increase.

Prior.

They both beheld thee with their sister's eyes,
And often have revealed their passion to me;
But tell me whose address thou favour'st most,
I long to know, and yet I dread to hear it.

Addison.

Thrice happy he, who with a good address,
Knows how, and when, and where, his suit to press
Unto attainment of assured success!

But Oh! unhappy he, who not possessing
The gift of fluently his thoughts expressing,
Addresses him in vain to his addressing.-H. G. A.

ADIEU.

THEN came the parting hour, and what arise
When lovers part-expressive looks, and eyes
Tender and tearful-many a fond adieu,
And many a call the sorrow to renew.

While now I take my last adieu,
Heave thou no sigh, nor shed a tear;
Lest yet my half-closed eye may view
On earth an object worth its care.

I never looked a last adieu

To things familiar, but my heart Shrunk with a feeling almost pain, E'en from their lifelessness to part.

Crabbe.

Prior.

Caroline Bowles.

Vanish'd, like dew-drops from the spray,
Are moments which in beauty flew;
I cast life's brightest pearl away,
And, false one, breathe my last adieu!

W. G. Clark.

ADMONITION. ADORATION.

ADMONITION.

WHAT could I more?

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I warn'd thee, I admonish'd thee, foretold
The danger, and the lurking enemy

That lay in wait; beyond this had been force,
And force upon free-will hath here no place.

Milton.

To the Infinitely Good we owe
Immortal thanks, and His admonishment
Receive, with solemn purpose to observe
Immutably His sovereign will, the end
Of what we are.

He of their wicked ways

Shall them admonish, and before them set
The paths of righteousness.

ADORATION.

Milton.

Milton.

O ceremony! show me all thy worth!

What is thy toll, O adoration!

Art thou nought else but place, degree, and form, Creating awe and fear in other men?

Wherein thou art less happy, being feared,

Than they in fearing.

What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,

But poison'd flattery.

Shakspere.

I care not to be like the Horeb calf,
One day adored, the next pasht all in pieces,
Nor do I envy Polyphemian puffs,
Switzer's sloped greatness. I adore the sun,
Yet love to live within a temperate zone.

Old Play, 1601.

True adoration! what a voice is thine!

From earth it wanders through the heaven of heavens,
There from the mercy-seat itself evokes
An answer, thrilling the seraphic host

With added glory of celestial song!-R. Montgomery.

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ADORATION. ADORN. ADULATION.

Happy is he who lives to understand
Not human nature only, but explores
All natures, to the end that he may find
The law that governs each, and where begins
The union, the partition where, that makes
Kind and degree among all visible beings.

Such converse, if directed by a meek,
Sincere, and humble spirit, teaches love;
For knowledge is delight, and such delight
Breeds love, yet suited as it rather is

To thought, and to the climbing intellect,

It teaches less to love than to adore;

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If that be not indeed the highest love! - Wordsworth.

ADORN.

Thousands there are in darker fame who dwell,
Whose name some nobler poem shall adorn.

It is not to adorn and gild each part,
That shows more cost than art;
Jewels at nose and lip but ill appear.

Her polish'd limbs

Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire,
Beyond the pomp of dress; for loveliness
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,

Dryden.

Cowley.

But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.-Thomson.

ADULATION.

O BE sick, great Greatness!

And bid thy ceremony give thee cure.
Thinkest thou the fiery fever will go out,
With titles blown from adulation?

Shakspere.

Towards great persons use respective boldness,
That temper gives them theirs, and yet doth take
Nothing from thine. In service care or coldness
Doth rateably thy fortunes mar or make.

Feed no man in his sins; for adulation

Doth make the parcel devil in damnation.-Herbert.

SWEET are the uses of adversity,
Which, like a toad, ugly and venomous,

Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.-Shakspere.

A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burthened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.

By adversity are wrought

The greatest works of admiration,
And all the fair examples of renown,
Out of distress and misery are grown.

Shakspere.

What, if he hath decreed that I shall first
Be tried in humble state, and things adverse;
By tribulations, insults, injuries,

Daniel.

Contempts, and scorns, and snares, and violence!

Adversity, sage useful guest,
Severe instructor, but the best,
It is from thee alone we know
Justly to value things below.

Daughter of Jove, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge, and torturing hour,
The bad affright, afflict the best!

Bound in thy adamantine chain,
The proud are taught to taste of pain;
And purple tyrants vainly groan

Milton.

Somerville.

With pangs unfelt before, unpitied, and alone.

Thy form benign, Oh, Goddess! wear,
Thy milder influence impart;
Thy philosophic train be there,

To soften, not to wound, my heart.
The generous spark extinct revive;
Teach me to love and to forgive;

C

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ADVERSITY. ADVICE.

Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are, to feel, and know myself a man.

Each breast, however fortified
By courage, apathy, or pride,
Has still one secret path for thee,

Man's subtle foe-adversity.

Gray.

ADVICE.

LET me entreat

Mrs. Holford.

You to unfold the anguish of your heart;
Mishaps are mastered by advice discreet,
And counsel mitigates the greatest smart.

Spenser.

Know when to speak for many times it brings
Danger, to give the best advice to kings.

Herrick.

If things go wrong, each fool presumes t'advise,
And if most happy, thinks himself most wise;
All wretchedly deplo the present state;

And that advice seems best which comes too late.

Take sound advice, proceeding from a heart
Sincerely yours, and free from fraudful art.

Sedley.

Dryden.

O troubled, weak, and coward as thou art!
Without thy poor advice the labouring heart
To worse extremes with swifter steps would run,
Not saved by virtue, but by vice undone.

Prior.

No part of conduct asks for skill more nice,
Though none more common, than to give advice;
Misers themselves in this will not be saving,
Unless their knowledge makes it worth the having;
And where's the wonder when we will obtrude
A useless gift, it meets ingratitude.

Stillingfleet.