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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRADITION OF CONQUEST, by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: His grace of marlborough, legends say Last Line: They found his way ward wife's sweet hair. Alternate Author Name(s): Piatt, Sarah | |||
HIS Grace of Marlborough, legends say, Though battle-lightnings proved his worth, Was scathed like others, in his day, By fiercer fires at his own hearth. The patient chief, thus sadly tried, -- Madam, the Duchess, was so fair, -- In Blenheim's honors felt less pride Than in the lady's lovely hair. Once (shorn, she had coiled it there to wound Her lord when he should pass, 't is said), Shining across his path he found The glory of the woman's head. No sudden word, nor sullen look, In all his after days, confessed He missed the charm whose absence took A scar's pale shape within his breast. I think she longed to have him blame, And soothe him with imperious tears: -- As if her beauty were the same, He praised her through his courteous years. But when the soldier's arm was dust, Among the dead man's treasures, where He laid it as from moth and rust, They found his way ward wife's sweet hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WITCH IN THE GLASS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT A CALL ON SIR WALTER RALEIGH; AT YOUGHAL, COUNTY CORK by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT AFTER WINGS by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT AN IRISH WILD-FLOWER by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT ENVOY by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT IN CLONMEL PARISH CHURCHYARD; AT THE GRAVE OF CHARLES WOLFE by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT MY BABES IN THE WOOD by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT THE TERM OF DEATH by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT |
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