Gazelle; a true tale of the great rebellion, and other poems

 
9781235968921: Gazelle; a true tale of the great rebellion, and other poems
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1866 Excerpt: ...Over one land she pours the crystal showers, And lets another parch: she scatters fruits In rare abundance through the blooming South, But leaves the Northmen such uncouth pursuits As spearing seal to fill a hungry mouth. One bird is brilliant as a flying gem, Another dull as a winged bit of earth; One flower is beauty's essence on its stem, Another ugly, and devoid of worth. She makes some faces lovely, like your own, Some charmless as a wooden Hindoo god; Some voices win us by their silvery tone, While others smite us like an iron rod. In some men's brains, she puts the faculty To gather gold, and put it to good uses; Makes others beggars, heirs to misery, Fit subjects for misfortunes cold abuses. I used to think reforming this great earth On every Christian's trembling shoulders lay; But recently my brain has given birth To this: "Let Nature take her own good way." Observe that sleepy fellow sitting yonder, Less than a pygmy, some, in point of size: He is a wit. Dame Nature made a blunder In giving him those sleepy-looking eyes. He is a sergeant under that young captain; Sick of red tape and style, I should presume; He thinks such dash and frippery is all vain, As evanescent as West End perfume. He eyes disdainfully those pompous Frenchmen Talking of horses, women, and so forth, Like hurried magpies, more than gentlemen, And they will get a thrust of sterling worth. "Be Gad, be Gad!" they ring in every sentence, As if it were the brightest thing they know. Louis Napoleon would make less pretence, And fair Eugenie is not more for show. Bob throws himself back in his roomy chair, Stretches his napkin o'er his narrow breast: "Waitah, come here, sir! don't stand there and stare Like a young owl on track of a hen's nest! Order me span...

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