On May-day, by Leslie. Yet such softness in the smile, As the sweet coquette would hide Woman's love by woman's pride. The Hours, by Howard.
Happiness is in their flight.
I cannot bear that alter'd brow, That wandering smile of thine, To see it fix on others' eyes, On any but on mine. I heard you scoff at constant love, Then sternly pass me by. Two Doves in a Grove. Mr. Glover's Exhibition. June bloom and foliage were upon the trees, And glimpses of a blue and sunny light Came through the hawthorn canopy, where leaves Of emerald freshness blended with white showers Of the luxuriant blossoms.