I've seen the dewdrop clinging
To the rose just newly born.
Mary of Argyle. C. JEFFREYS.
An host
Innumerable as the stars of night,
Or stars of morning, dewdrops, which the sun
Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
Paradise Lost, Book V. MILTON.
The dewdrops in the breeze of morn.
Trembling and sparkling on the thorn.
A Collection of Mary F. J. MONTGOMERY.
DISAPPOINTMENT.
Hope tells a flattering tale,
Delusive, vain, and hollow,
Ah, let not Hope prevail,
Lest disappointment follow.
The Universal Songster. MISS WROTHER.
As distant prospects please us, but when near
We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.
The Dispensatory, Canto III. SIR S. GARTH.
We're charmed with distant views of happiness,
But near approaches make the prospect less.
Against Enjoyment. T. YALDEN.
The wretched are the faithful; 't is their fate
To have all feelings, save the one, decay,
And every passion into one dilate.
Lament of Tasso. LORD BYRON.
Alas! the breast that inly bleeds
Hath naught to dread from outward blow:
Who falls from all he knows of bliss
Cares little into what abyss.
The Giaour. LORD BYRON.
Full little knowest thou that hast not tried,
What hell it is in suing long to bide:
To lose good dayes, that might be better spent;
To waste long nights in pensive discontent;
To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
Mother Hubberd's Tale. E. SPENSER.