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And noble chiefs had noble cheer,
I'd rather see that magic face,
If these and such pursuits are thine,
“For she in shape and beauty did excel
All other idols that the heathen do adore."
“ And all about her altar scatter'd lay
A look as blithe, a step as light As fabled nymph, or fairy sprite ; A voice, whose every word and tone Might make a thousand hearts its own; A brow of fervor, and a mien Bright with the hopes of gay fifteen ; These, loved and lost one! these were thine, When first I bow'd at Beauty's shrine; But I have torn my wavering soul From woman's proud and weak control; The fane where I so often knelt, The flame my heart so truly felt, Are visions of another time, Themes for my laughter,—and my rhyme.
She saw, and conquered; in her eye There was a careless cruelty,
That shone destruction, while it seem'd
Already many an aged dame, · Skilful in scandalizing fame,
Foresaw the reign of Laura's face, Her sway, her folly, and disgrace. Minding the beauty of the day More than her partner, or her play :“ Laura a beauty? flippant chit! I vow I hate her forward wit !” (“I lead a club !")—“why, Ma'am, between us, Her mother thinks her quite a Venus; But every parent loves, you know, To make a pigeon of her crow.” “Some folks are apt to look too highShe has a dukedom in her eye.” “ The girl is straight,” (““ we call the ace,”) “But that's the merit of her stays." “I'm sure, I loathe malicious hintsBut-only look, how Laura squints."
“Yet Miss, forsooth,—(“who play'd the ten ?”)
The circling waltz, and gay quadrille,
And these her studied smiles ensnare,
The first his fluttering heart to lose, Was Captain Piercy of the Blues ; He squeezed her hand,—he gazed, and swore He never was in love before; He entertained his charmer's ear With tales of wonder, and of fear; Talked much and long of siege and fight, Marches by day, alarms by night; And Laura listened to the story, Whether it spoke of love or glory; For many an anecdote had he Of combat, and of gallantry; Of long blockades, and sharp attacks, Of bullets, and of bivouacs; Of towns o’ercome,—and ladies, tooOf billet-and of billet-doux; Of nunneries and escalades And damsels, and Damascus blades.
Alas! too soon the Captain found