Poems eBook

Denis Florence MacCarthy
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Hear but not heed, though wild and shrill,
  The cries of faction transitory;
Cleave to your good, eschew your ill,
A Hundred Years and all is still—­
    Memento mori.

When Old Age comes with muffled drums,
  That beat to sleep our tired life’s story,
On thoughts of dying, (Rest is good!)
Like old snakes coiled i’ the sun, we brood—­
    Memento mori.

Blondine

I wandered through a careless world
  Deceived when not deceiving,
And never gave an idle heart
  The rapture of believing. 
The smiles, the sighs, the glancing eyes,
  Of many hundred comers
Swept by me, light as rose-leaves blown
  From long-forgotten summers.

But never eyes so deep and bright
  And loyal in their seeming,
And never smiles so full of light
  Have shone upon my dreaming. 
The looks and lips so gay and wise,
  The thousand charms that wreathe them,
—­Almost I dare believe that truth
  Is safely shrined beneath them.

Ah! do they shine, those eyes of thine,
  But for our own misleading? 
The fresh young smile, so pure and fine,
  Does it but mock our reading? 
Then faith is fled, and trust is dead,
  And unbelief grows duty,
If fraud can wield the triple arm
  Of youth and wit and beauty.

Distichs

I.

Wisely a woman prefers to a lover a man who neglects her. 
This one may love her some day, some day the lover will not.

II.

There are three species of creatures who when they seem coming are going,
When they seem going they come:  Diplomates, women, and crabs.

III.

Pleasures too hastily tasted grow sweeter in fond recollection,
As the pomegranate plucked green ripens far over the sea.

IV.

As the meek beasts in the Garden came flocking for Adam to name them,
Men for a title to-day crawl to the feet of a king.

V.

What is a first love worth, except to prepare for a second? 
What does the second love bring?  Only regret for the first.

VI.

Health was wooed by the Romans in groves of the laurel and myrtle. 
Happy and long are the lives brightened by glory and love.

VII.

Wine is like rain:  when it falls on the mire it but makes it the fouler,
But when it strikes the good soil wakes it to beauty and bloom.

VIII.

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