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To Miss R—– (An Autograph)   Leave a comment

Above:  Woman with Parrot, by Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Upon this page, so fair, so white,

So like your character, I ween,

Permit one here his name to write,

Whose friendship’s firm tho’ brief ‘t has been.

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That sometimes when o’er it you bend,

Which–not like memory–changes not,

It haply may recall a friend

Who but for it would be forgot.

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And here a parting wish I’ll give,

‘Tis friendship’s, and no task is lighter,

The many virtues that you have

Remain unchanged–they can’t be brighter.

JOHN DODSON TAYLOR, SR.

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With this post I reach the end of my journey through my great-grandfather’s 1883 volume of poetry.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

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Posted October 26, 2012 by neatnik2009 in John Dodson Taylor Sr.--Poems

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To B—- (An Autograph)   Leave a comment

Above:  A Chain

Image Source = Toni Lozano

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Broad_chain_closeup.jpg)

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We may weld the broken chain,

But the seam will still remain;

Time may heal the wounded bay,

But the seam will always stay.

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Thus, when friendship’s ties dissever,

They may clasp again, but never

Shall the mind, tho’ naught be spoken,

Cease to know they once were broken.

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But with friendship as the arm,

Broke, ’tis subject less toharm;

Wounded friendships last the longest,

And love’s knottiest ties are strongest.

JOHN DODSON TAYLOR, SR.

To Mr. ——-   Leave a comment

Above:  Victorian Men

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NOTE:

I detect a pattern relevant to many of my great-grandfather’s poems which he published in 1883.  Many friendships and flirtations seemed to have ended badly.  Either that is true of he wrote of the same ones again and again.

KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR

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We once were friends?  So I confess, I thought,

But I’ve learned that all things terrestrial change,

And be “friendship” of heaven or earth, ’tis fraught

Now with an import meaningless and strange.

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When we have seen and learned men’s imperfections,

As I have yours–tho’ not because I would–

What mean past friendships or fond recollections?

What strength have kindred ties or bonds of blood?

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I have not watched you with malicious eye,

I’d wrap your frailties in oblivious night,

But faults which, like yours, tower so broad and high

Above your virtues, can’t be hid from sight.

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Had I not learned to know you quite well,

Our hearts had ne’er departed mutual trust,

But I have learned you–learning broke the spell,

And transformed friendship into deep disgust.

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Then farewell, sir, we can no more be friends,

For, like love, friendship slain lives not again,

Youth’s sweetness with its bitters sinks and blends

Into one gloomy and oblivious main.

JOHN DODSON TAYLOR, SR.

Posted May 21, 2012 by neatnik2009 in John Dodson Taylor Sr.--Poems

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To Miss G. F—- (An Autograph)   Leave a comment

Above:  The Countess Brownlow, by Fredrick Leighton

The God of love has given wealth

And lavished blessings free,

But had the world more like thyself,

How better off ‘twould be!

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Naught are the treasures of the earht,

The jewels of the sea,

Compared to that true woman’s worth

That finds a place in thee.

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Like some great force without a mind

To utilize its might,

Would mortals be without thy kind

To keep them in the right.

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Men often fail her price to own,

Nor to her influence yield,

But virtues blended all in one

Like thee, can all hearts wield.

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But here’s my wish, kind friend, may heaven

All wished-for blessings send

To thee; and unto me be given

To prove myself thy friend.

JOHN DODSON TAYLOR, SR.

Posted May 15, 2012 by neatnik2009 in John Dodson Taylor Sr.--Poems

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To a Young Lady, Who Sent the Author a Paper   Leave a comment

Above:  Drawing of a Victorian Woman

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Be pleased, kind Miss, the thanks to own

Of friendship warm and tender;

For sure I prize the favor shown,

Tho’ more I prize the sender.

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It is a “Messenger” indeed,

Not lone of current lore,

All this upon its page I read,

But yet it tells me more.

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It says that friendship’s mighty ties

By time are broken not;

And this, that most of all I prize,

That I am not forgot.

JOHN DODSON TAYLOR, SR.

Posted November 6, 2011 by neatnik2009 in John Dodson Taylor Sr.--Poems

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