The Lays of a Bohemian; Being Some of the Metrical Conceits (Paperback)

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. 1885 Excerpt: ...in him to rank her with the bad. ALTHAZAR'S MISSION. VI. The while he mutely gazed, so crossed her lot appeared, So counter-vailed her thoughts--as if, amid despair, they clung Yet to a hope, his soul with pity was new-reared. Revived sprang dearest images of his own youth To life again, as on Althazar's lips the question hung That feared to shake his tott'ring citadel of Truth. vn. A mask her brow might wear; he, ne'ertheless, would save; He dared not judge; to plead, admonish, move, he dream'd not how; He simply realized a wish for strength tradition gave Jove's mythic preachers, of the fabled days of yore--A wish for charity of patience, wisdom, power, now To lift a wreck'd craft o'er the quicksands--nothing more. ALTHAZAR'S MISSION. VIII. A radiant face--that, years agone, was wont to bend Tow'rd his, ere sombre death had robbed his world of its one saint, His mother's--from the skies did tearfully descend, As if in answer to a pray'r. And group'd her's round' His sisters' smiles, encouraging. Hallow'd memories--faint Before--arose so vivid, confidence was found, And a vague trust--urging his soul, with sudden force, To purposes divine--yielding him introspect to paint Of fate's capricious ends the causes in life's course. IX. Then to Althazar woke the voice just hopes inspire; And soe'er brief the interlude between first thought and speech, In calmly whispered words, he breathed a sacred fire--ALTHAZAR'S MISSION. Not of stage or forum, of altar or of field, But of a Soul yearning, with noble sympathy, to reach Those silent chords, in ev'ry creature kin, that yield, When touched, unto the right--making seem false and gross, Delusive, desolating, God-forsaking, mad, impure, All ways, things, circumstances, born of passion's dross--Raising from the mist o...