The Eve of the Conquest, and Other Poems
by Henry Taylor
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) ... Show synopsis This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1847 edition. Excerpt: ... breast, Its rights and grants exulting to proclaim Where pride had no inheritance nor shame. VI. This sunshine of the Southern face, At home we have it not; And if they be a reckless race, These Southerns, yet a lot More favoured on the chequered earth is their's, --They have life's sorrows, but escape its cares. VII. For her if Sorrow lay in wait She saw not he was nigh, And if a smile could dazzle Fate, He might have past her by; Oh would that Titian's pencil had been mine '. Then had that smile been lastingly divine. VIII. There is a smile which wit extorts From grave and learned men, In whose austere and senile sports The plaything is a pen; And there are smiles by shallow worldlings worn To grace a lie or laugh a truth to scorn: IX. And there are smiles with less alloy Of those who, for the sake Of some they love, would kindle joy Which they can not partake; But her's was of the kind which simply say They come from hearts ungovernably gay. x. And oh! that gaiety of heart! There lives not he to whom Its laugh more pleasure will impart Than to the man of gloom; Who if he laugh, laughs less from mirth of mind Than deference to the customs of mankind. XI. The day went down; the last red ray Flashed on her face or ere It sank--and creeping up the bay The night-wind stirred her hair; The crimson wave caressed her naked feet With coy approach and resonant retreat. XII. True native of the clime was she, Nor could there have been found A creature who should more agree With everything around, The woods, the fields, and genial Nature, rife With life and gifts that feed and gladden life. XIII. Congenial all that met the sight, But in what met the mind The spirit's intuition might A discrepancy find; For foresight is a melancholy gift Which bares..