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_. 17. Oh, sweeter than the marriage feast, 'Tis sweeter far to thee, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company. COLERIDGE--_Ancient Mariner_. 18. The world below hath not for thee Such a fair and glorious sight, As a noble _ship_ on a rippling sea In the clear and full moonlight. ELIZA COOK. 19. GENTLEMAN.-- A _noble horse_, With flowing back, firm chest, and fetlocks clean, The branching veins ridging the glossy lean, The mane hung sleekly, the projecting eye That to the stander near looks awfully, The finish'd head in its compactness free, Small, and o'er-arching to the bended knee, The start and snatch, as if he felt the comb, With mouth that flings about the creamy foam, The snorting turbulence, the nod, the champing, The shift, the tossing, and the fiery tramping. LEIGH HUNT--_Rimini_. 19. LADY.-- Your witless puss; While many a stroke of fondness glides Along her back and tabby sides, Dilated swells her glossy fur, And softly sings her busy pur; As timing well the equal sound, Her clutching feet bepat the ground, And all their harmless claws disclose Like prickles of an early rose, While softly from her whisker'd cheek The half-closed eyes peer mild and meek. JOANNA BAILLIE. 20. The tall larch sighing in the _burial place_, Or willow trailing low its boughs, to hide The gleaming marble. W. C. BRYANT. 21. The dance, Pleasant with graceful flatteries. MISS LANDON. 22. You rather look on _smiling faces_, And linger round a _cheerful hearth_, Than mark the stars' bright hiding-places, As they peep out upon the earth. MRS. WELBY. 23. Wreathy _shells_, with lips of red, On a beach of whiten'd sand. HOSMER.