Part 6

MRS. ELLET.

6. _Small voices_, and an old _guitar_, Winning their way to an unguarded heart.

ROGERS--_Italy_.

7. When soft music comes to thine ear, as thou liest at night, thine eyes half closed in sleep, and thy soul as a stream flowing at pleasant sounds. It is like the rising breeze that whirls at first the thistle's beard, then flies dark-shadowy over the grass.

OSSIAN.

8. Kissing cymbals making merry din.

KEATS.

9. _Merry cricket_, twittering thing! How you love to hear it sing! Chirping tenant, child of mirth, Minstrel of the poor man's hearth.

ELIZA COOK.

10. The wild enchanting _horn_! Whose music up the deep and dewy air, Swells to the clouds, and calls on echo there, Till a new melody is born.

GRENVILLE MELLEN.

11. _Soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse_; Such as meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked with sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the cords that tie The hidden soul of harmony.

MILTON--L'Allegro.

12. Words to the witches in Macbeth unknown; _Hydraulics_, _hydrostatics_, and _pneumatics_, _Chlorine_, and _iodine_, and _ærostatics_.

HALLECK.

13. The light _guitar_; Its holiest time the evening star, When liquid voices echo far.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

14. _Cataracts_ that blow their trumpets from the steep!

WORDSWORTH.

15. Through your very heart it thrilleth, When from crimson-threaded lips Silver-treble _laughter_ trilleth.

TENNYSON.

16. The _cricket's_ chirp, and the answer shrill Of the gauze-winged _katydid_.

J. R. DRAKE.

17. Naught as the music of _praise_ and _prayer_ Is half so sweet.

BOWRING.

18. _Notes heard far off_; so far, as but to seem Like the faint exquisite music of a dream.

MOORE.

19. A solemn _dirge_; now swelling high In lofty strains, and now in cadence soft, Seeming to die away upon the ear; Then swelling loud again, reaching the skies, As if to mingle with the music there.

MRS. DANA.

20. _Distance-mellow'd song_, From bowers of merriment.

SOUTHEY.

21. The melancholy strain of that sad _bird_ Who sounds at night the warning note, that shuts The delicate young flowers.

W. G. SIMMS.

22. The glad voice, the laughing voice of _streams_, And the low cadence of the silvery _sea_.

MRS. HEMANS.

23. _Old songs_ of love and sorrow.

MARY HOWITT.

24. The lively air When love enlists the _serenader's_ skill.

MRS. DANA.

25. The musical confusion Of _hounds_ and _echo_ in conjunction.

_Midsummer Night's Dream._

26. When o'er the clear still water swells The music of the _Sabbath bells_.

W. C. BRYANT.

27. A deep and thrilling _song_, Which seems with piercing melody to reach The soul, and in mysterious union Blend with all thoughts of gentleness and love.

SOUTHEY.

28. Ever wakeful _echo_; The nymph of sportive mockery, that still Hides behind every rock and every dell, And softly glides, unseen, from hill to hill; No sound doth rise but mimic it she will.

THEODORE FAY.

29. The sounding _Viol_; When eyes with speaking glances, Kindle high with pleasure, As rings the well-known strain; With easy gliding motion, involved in graceful fancies, Of light uncertain measure, Responds the fairy train.

J. G. PERCIVAL.

30. Low _whisperings in boats_, As they shoot through the moonlight, with drippings of oars.

MOORE.

31. The _hunter's shout_, When clanging _horns_ swell their sweet winding notes, The _pack wide-opening_ on the trembling air With various melody.

SOMERVILLE--_The Chace._

32. The sounds awaken'd there In the _Pine leaves_ fine and small, Soft and sweetly musical, By the fingers of the air.

J. G. WHITTIER.

33. The song of _spirits_ that will sometimes sail Close to the ear, a deep, delicious stream, Then sweep away, and die with a low wail.

CROLY--_Angel of the World._

34. The roar Of _ocean's_ everlasting surges, Tumbling upon the beach's hard-beat floor, Or sliding backward to the shore, To meet the landward wave, and slowly plunge once more.

J. R. LOWELL.

35. The _rivulet_, which Sending glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed Of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks, Seems, with continuous laughter, to rejoice In its own being.

W. C. BRYANT.

36. _A damsel singing to herself_ _A song of love by snatches_; breaking off If but a flower, an insect on the wing Please for an instant, then as carelessly The strain resuming.

ROGERS--_Italy._

37. The sound of the _church-going bell_, When it bursts on the ear with its full, rich swell.

MISS M. DAVIDSON.

38. The brisk, awakening _viol_, Whose sweet, entrancing voice you love the best.

COLLINS.

39. The _blackbird's merry chant_. Bold plunderer! How sweet to hear his mellow burst of song Float from his watch-place on the mossy tree, Close at the cornfield's edge!

J. MCLELLAN.

40. The sound of music at even-fall, Filling the heart With a flow of thought and feeling sweet, When _lips that we love_ breathe forth the song.

LOUISA P. SMITH.

41. The harp Eolian; Faintly at first it begins, scarce heard, and gentle its rising, Low as the softest breath that passes at summer evening; Then, as it swells and mounts up, the thrilling melody deepens, Till a mightier, holier virtue comes with its powerful tone.

SOUTHEY.

42. The chirp of _birds_, blithe _voices_, lowing _kine_, The dash of _waters_, _reed_, or rustic _pipe_, Blent with the dulcet, distance-mellow'd _bell_.

HILLHOUSE.

43. A _song of love and jollitye_, To drive away dull melancholy.

SPENSER.

44. _Preluding low_, soft notes that faint and tremble, Swelling, awakening, dying, plaining deep; While such sensations in the soul assemble, As make it pleasant to the eyes to weep.

MRS. MARIA BROOKS.

45. _Song of maids_ beneath the moon, With fairy _laughter_ blent.

W. C. BRYANT.

46. To hear the glorious swell Of chanted psalm and prayer, And the deep _organ's_ bursting heart Throb through the shivering air.

J. R. LOWELL.

47. A noise like of a _hidden brook_, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.

COLERIDGE.

48. Approaching _trumpets_, that with quavering start, On the smooth wind come dancing to the heart.

LEIGH HUNT--_Rimini_.

49. A _laugh_ full of life, without any control But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from the soul.

MOORE--_Lalla Rookh_.

50. _Fifes_, _cornets_, _drums_, That rouse the sleepy soul to arms, and bold Heroic deeds.

SOMERVILLE--_The Chace_.

51. A _little song_, Neither sad nor very long.

BARRY CORNWALL.

52. A voice of music in the rustling leaves, When the green boughs are hung with living lutes, Whose strings will only vibrate to His hand Who made them.

MISS H. F. GOULD.

53. The drums beat in the mornin', afore the scriech o' day, And the wee, wee fifes piped loud and shrill, while yet the morn is gray.

MOTHERWELL.

54. The unseen _hawk_ _Whistling_ to clouds, and sky-born streams.

WORDSWORTH.

55. The low, sweet _shell_, By whose far music shall thy soul be haunted.

MISS LANDON.

56. The _trumpet's_ war-note proud, The _trampling_ and the _hum_!

MACAULAY.

57. A pattering sound Of ripen'd _acorns_, rustling to the ground Through the crisp, wither'd leaves.

MRS. WHITMAN.

58. _Birds_ and _brooks_ from leafy dells, Chiming forth unwearied canticles.

WORDSWORTH.

59. When the _organ peal_, loud rolling, meets The halleluiahs of the _choir_; sublime, A thousand notes symphoniously ascend, As if the whole were one; suspended high In air, soaring heavenward, afar they float, Wafting glad tidings to the sick man's couch.

GRAHAME--_The Sabbath_.

60. Tinklings of a vigilant guitar, Of sleepless lover to a wakeful mistress.

BYRON.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?

I would I had some flowers of the Spring that might Become your time of day; and yours;--and yours.

_Winter's Tale._

I send thee flowers, oh dearest, and I deem That from their petals thou wilt hear sweet words, Whose music, sweeter than the voice of birds, When breathed to thee alone, perchance may seem All eloquent of feelings unexpress'd.

PARK BENJAMIN.

A garland lay him by, made by himself Of many several flowers, Stuck in that mystic order that the rareness Delighted me.

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?

1. The _sensitive plant_, the earliest Up-gathered unto the bosom of rest, A sweet child, weary of its delight, The feeblest, and yet the favorite, Cradled within the embrace of night.

SHELLEY.

2. The _jasmine_; Pride of Carolina's early Spring! Fairy land Is not more beautiful, than when, full blown, The jasmine, gilt by the Creator's hand, Hangs all around us.

MRS. DANA.

3. _Hyacinths_, ringing their soft bells To call the bees from the anemonies, Jealous of their bright rivals' glowing wealth.

MISS LANDON.

4. _Primroses_, Which, when the lengthen'd shadows fall Like soft dreams o'er the earth, And all around a sabbath reigns As at creation's birth, Burst the magic bands of clay, And greet with smiles the sun's last ray.

MISS M. E. LEE.

5. The chaste _camelia's_ pure and spotless bloom, That boasts no fragrance, and conceals no thorn.

W. ROSCOE.

6. The light _snowdrops_, which, starting from their cells, Hang each pagoda with their silver bells.

O. W. HOLMES.

7. A _tulip_, which Titania may have chosen For rest or revelry, to feast or doze in.

MISS MOISE.

8. _Roses_, Beautiful each, but different all; One with that pure but crimson flush, That marks a maiden's first love blush; _One_, Pale as the snow of the funeral stone; _Another_, rich as the damask die Of a monarch's purple drapery; And _one_ hath leaves like the leaves of gold Worked on that drapery's royal fold.

MISS LANDON.

9. The _hare-bell_ on the heath, The forest tree beneath, Which springs like elfin dweller of the wild; Light as a breeze astir Stemm'd with the gossamer, Soft as the blue eyes of a poet's child.

MARY HOWITT.

10. Thou sweet _daisy_, common-place Of nature, with that homely face, And yet, with something of a grace, Which love makes for thee!

WORDSWORTH.

11. The good old _passion-flower_! It bringeth to thy mind The young days of the Christian church, Dim ages left behind.

MARY HOWITT.

12. _Sweet peas_ on tiptoe for a flight, With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers, catching at all things, To bind them round about with tiny rings.

KEATS.

13. _Heart's ease._ One could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, That gave this gentle name.

MARY HOWITT.

14. The humble _rosemary_, Whose sweets so thanklessly are shed To scent the dead.

MOORE.

15. The _primrose_, all bepearl'd with dew, So yellow, green, and richly too. Ask you why the stalk is weak, And bending, yet it doth not break? I must tell you these discover What doubts and fears are in a lover.

CAREW.

16. Those greater far than all Our blessed Lord did see, The _lilies_ beautiful, which grew In the fields of Galilee!

MARY HOWITT.

17. A little flower, which Before the bolt of Cupid fell milk-white, Now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it _love-in-idleness_.

_Midsummer Night's Dream._

18. The _lilac_, various in array--now white, Now sanguine, and her beauteous head now set With purple spikes pyramidal, as if, Studious of ornament, yet unresolved Which hue she most approved, she chose them all.

COWPER.

19. _King-cup_, with its canary hue; 'Twas from this goblet Psyche drew The nectar for her butterflies.

MISS MOISE.

20. _Jasmine_, with her pale stars shining through The myrtle darkness of her leaf's green hue.

MRS. NORTON.

21. The _water-lilies_, that glide so pale, As if with constant care Of the treasures which they bear; For those ivory vases hold Each a sunny gift of gold.

MISS LANDON.

22. _Daffodils_, That come before the swallow dares, And take the winds of March with beauty.

_Winter's Tale._

23. Sweet _wild-flowers_, that hold their quiet talk Upon the uncultured green.

MRS. GILMAN.

24. The virgin _lilies_ in their white, Clad but with the lawn of almost naked white.

COWLEY.

25. The _hyacinth_, for constancy, wi' its unchanging blue.

BURNS.

26. Blue _pelloret_, from purple leaves up-slanting A modest gaze, like eyes of a young maiden, Shining beneath dropp'd lids, the evening of her wedding.

DRAKE.

27. A _tulip_ just open'd, offering to hold A butterfly gaudy and gay, Or rocking its cradle of crimson and gold, Where the careless young slumberer lay.

MISS GOULD.

28. She comes--the first, the fairest thing That heaven upon the earth doth fling, Ere winter's star has set; She dwells behind her leafy screen, And gives as angels give--unseen,-- The _violet_!

BARRY CORNWALL.

29. The rich _magnolia_, High priestess of the flowers, whose censer fills The air.

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

30. CEREUS, Who wastes on night's dull eye a blaze of charms.

DARWIN.

31. The _scarlet creeper's_ bloom, When 'midst her leaves the humbird's varying dyes Sparkle like half-seen fairy eyes.

DR. S. H. DICKSON.

32. You love the sweet GERANIUM'S smell, Its scollop'd leaves, and crimson flower; Of days long passed it seems to tell, And memory owns its magic power.

MISS MARIA JAMES.

33. The _wayside weed_ of homeliest hue, Looking erect up to the golden blue. For thus it speaketh to the thinking mind-- "O'erlook me not: I for a purpose grew; On us one sunshine falls!"

THOMAS MILLER.

34. The last _violet_ That sheds its fragrance on the chill, damp air Of a November morn, like love in death.

LADY FLORA HASTINGS.

35. The _peony_, with drooping head, Which blows a transient hour, And gently shaken in the breeze, Descends a crimson shower.

MISS MARIA JAMES.

36. The _blue fleur-de-lis_, in the warm sunlight shining, As if grains of gold in its petals were set.

MARY HOWITT.

37. The pale and delicate _narcissus_' flowers, Bending so languidly, as still they found In the pure wave a love and destiny.

MISS LANDON.

38. The _violet's_ azure eye, Which gazes on the sky, Until its hue grows like what it beholds.

SHELLEY.

39. The _evening primrose_, O'er which the wind might gladly take a pleasant sleep, But that 'tis ever startled by the leap Of buds into fresh flowers.

KEATS.

40. The _clematis_, all graceful and fair; You may set it like pearls in the folds of your hair.

MRS. A. M. WELLS.

41. The _tulip_, Whose passionate leaves with their ruby glow Hide the heart that is burning and black below.

MISS LANDON.

42. The _almond_, though its branch is sere, With myriad blossoms beautiful; As pink, as is the shell's inside.

MARY HOWITT.

43. Lilies for a bridal bed, Roses for a matron's head, Violets for a maiden dead-- _Pansies_ let thy flower be.

SHELLEY.

44. The _barberry-bush_, Whose yellow blossoms hang, As when a child by grassy lane Along you lightly sprang.

MRS. GILMAN.

45. The shower Wets not a rose that buds in beauty's bower One half so lovely as the _sweet brier_; ----for it grows along The poor man's pathway, by the poor man's door.

BRAINERD.

46. The low dwarf _acacia_, that droops as it grows, And the leaves, as you gather them, tremble and close.

MRS. A. M. WELLS.

47. The _cowslip_, that, bending With its golden bells, Of each glad hour's ending, With a sweet chime tells.

MISS LANDON.

48. The beautiful _clover_, so round and red; There is not a thing in twenty, That lifts in the morning so sweet a head, Above its leaves on its earthly bed, With so many horns of plenty.

MISS H. F. GOULD.

49. A _lily flower_, The old Egyptian's emblematic mark Of joy immortal, and of pure affection.

WORDSWORTH.

50. _Mignionette_ the little nun, In meekness shedding soft perfume.

MISS P. MOISE.

51. The _heliotrope_, whose gray and heavy wreath Mimics the orchard blossom's fruity breath.

MRS. NORTON.

52. The timid _jasmine-buds_, that keep Their odors to themselves all day, But when the sunlight dies away, Let the delicious secret out.

MOORE.

53. _Violets_ dim, but sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, or Cytherea's breath.

_Winter's Tale._

54. _Fox-glove_, whose purple vest conceals Its hollow heart.

MISS MOISE.

55. The _housatonia cerulea_, Its snowy circle ray'd With crosslets, bending its pearly whiteness round, While the spreading lips are bound With such a mellow shade, As in the vaulted blue Deepens at midnight, or grows pale When mantled in the full moon's slender veil.

PERCIVAL.

56. The _lily_, Imperial beauty, fair unrivall'd one! What flower of earth has honor high as thine, To find thy name on _His_ unsullied lips Whose eye was light from heaven!

MISS H. F. GOULD.

57. The little _windflower_, whose just open'd eye Is blue as the Spring heaven it gazes at; Startling the loiterer in naked paths With unexpected beauty.

W. C. BRYANT.

58. The trailing _arbutus_, shrouding its grace, Till fragrance bewrayeth its hiding-place.

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

59. The _woodbine wild_, That loves to hang on barren boughs remote Her wreaths of flowery perfume.

W. MASON--_The English Garden_.

60. The Naiad-like _lily of the vale_, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green.

SHELLEY.

WHAT GRATIFIES YOUR TASTE OR YOUR AFFECTIONS?

"We like not most what most is twin to self, "But that which best supplies the void within."

WHAT GRATIFIES YOUR TASTE, OR YOUR AFFECTIONS?

1. To walk in _choice gardens_, And from variety of curious flowers Contemplate nature's workmanship and wonders.

MASSINGER.

2. You love to wander by old _ocean's_ side, And hold communion with its sullen tide, To climb the _mountain's_ everlasting wall, And linger where the _thunder-waters_ fall.

SPRAGUE.

3. _Happy children at their play_, Whose hearts run over into song.

J. R. LOWELL.

4. _Dogs_ of grave demeanor, All meekness, gentleness, though large of limb.

ROGERS--_Italy_.

5. _Old legends_ of the monkish page, Traditions of the saint and sage, Tales that have the rime of age And character of eld.

LONGFELLOW.

6. GENTLEMAN.-- A _lock_, a _leaf_, That some dear girl has given; Frail record of an hour, as brief As sunset clouds in heaven, But spreading purple twilight still High over memory's shadow'd hill.

O. W. HOLMES.

6. LADY.--There's little that you care for now, Except a simple _wedding ring_.

THOMAS MILLER.

7. _Fruits that have just begun To flush_ on the side that is next the sun.

H. F. GOULD.

8. GENTLEMAN.--You do wish that you could be A _sailor_, on the rolling sea; In the shadow of the sails You would ride and rock all day, Going whither blow the gales, As you've heard the seamen say.

L. S. NOBLE.

8. LADY.--By the _low cradle_ thou delight'st to sit Of sleeping infants, watching their soft breath.

CHARLOTTE SMITH.

9. You like a _ring_, an ancient ring, Of massive form, and virgin gold; As firm, as free from base alloy As were the sterling hearts of old.

G. W. DOANE.

10. There's a room you love dearly, the sanctum of bliss, That holds all the comforts you least like to miss; Where, like ants in a hillock, you run in and out, Where sticks grace the corner, and hats lie about, With book-shelves, where tomes of all sizes are spread, Not placed to be look'd at, but meant to be read.

ELIZA COOK.

11. GENTLEMAN.--Ah, how glorious to be free, Your good _dog_ by your side, With _rifle_ hanging on your arm, To range the forest wide.

E. PEABODY.

11. LADY.-- To look into the smooth Clear glass, Where as you bend to look, just opposite, A shape within the polish'd frame appears Bending to look on you.

MILTON, _modified_.

12. Your sociable piazza,--you prize its quiet talk, When arm in arm with one you love you tread the accustom'd walk, Or loll within your rocking-chair, not over nice or wise, And yield the careless confidence where heart to heart replies.

MRS. GILMAN.

13. An eye that will mark Your coming, and look brighter when you come.

BYRON.

14. Give you a slight _flirtation_, By the light of a chandelier, With music to fill up the pauses And nobody very near.

N. P. WILLIS.

15. Give all things else their honor due, But _gooseberry-pie_ is best.

SOUTHEY.

16. An ever _drizzling_ raine upon the lofte, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sownde Of murmuring bees.

SPENSER--_Fairy Queen_.