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MOONLIGHT .

Only the loving and beloved

Should be awake at this sweet hour.-T. MOORE.
TWILIGHT

How calm a silence steals upon the earth.
A reverent hush of Nature's sounds, as though
Gori, walking in vast solitudes of thought,

Went by.-CRADDOCK Newtur.
MOONSHINE

She lifts her lamp up in the sky serene,
That both might gaze upon one heavenly spot,
And love alone might live and breathe betiveen.

Sir James BLACKWOOD.
DEER IN FOREST GLADE

Where the deer rustle through the twining brake.-THOMSON.

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BY THOMAS KENNEDY. BRIDAL BOUQUET

Facing Title. On thousand stoms is found the love-inscription grazen.-RUCKERT.

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WHEAT AND POPPY
Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss.

ROBERT GREENE.

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MYRTLE.

The secret sympathy, the silver link, the silken tie. --ŞIR W Scott.
PASSION FLOWER
I have unclasp'd to thee the book cven of my secret soul.

SHAKESPEARE.

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HAWTHORN

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Hope is a lover's stafi.-SHAKESPEARE.

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LILY OF THE VALLEY

Around her shone
The nameless charms unmark'd by her alone. - BYRON.
ORANGE BLOSSOM
Thou dost enter love-crowned, and thou sittest love glorified.

DINAH MULOCH.

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THE MEETING.

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I come fresh from thee every time we meet,
Steeped in the still sweet dew of thy soft beauty,
Like earth at day-dawn, lifting up her head
Out of her sleep, star-watched, to face the sun-
So I, to front the world, on leaving thee.
Oh, there is inspiration in thy look !

P. J. BAILEY.

My lady comes at last. Timid and stepping fast,

And hastening hither, With modest eyes downcast, she comes-she's here.

THACKERAY.

My darling! O my darling!

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She came towards me in her loveliness-
A thinz too pure, methought, for mortal touch ;
The rippling gold did on her bosom meet,
The long white robe descended to her feet.

JEAN INGELOW.

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BY THE WICKET-GATE. I ROSE up, and, following her dark eyes, Felt earth as air beneath me, till I reach'd The wicket-gate, and found her standing

there. There sat we down upon a garden-mound, Two mutually enfolded ; Love, the third, Between us, in the circle of his arms Enwound us both; and over many a range Of waning lime the grey cathedral towers, Across a hazy glimmer of the mist, Reveals the shining windows: from them

clash'd The bells : we listen'd: with the time we

play'd : We spoke of other things ; we coursed about The subject most at heart, more near and

Requiring at her hand the greatest gift,
A woman's heart, the heart of her I loved ;
And in that time and place she answer'd

me,
And in the compass of three little words,
More musical than ever came in one,
The silver fragments of a broken voice,
Made me most happy, faltering “I am thine."

Tennyson.

THE LOVERS' MEETING.

In the glinting of the gloaming,

With its streaks of golden red, With its gathering purple curtains,

With the evening star o'erhead ;

near.

Then, in that time and place, I spoke to her,
Requiring, tho' I knew it was mine own,
Yet for the pleasure that I took to hear,

Like a silver gem instudded

On a bank of velvet black, Showing in the amber setting,

Of the dying daylight's track,

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