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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409088" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ripley</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rich in red honors, that upon him lie<br>As lightly as the Summer dews<br>Fall where he won his fame beneath the sky<br>Of tropic Vera Cruz;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bold scorner of the cant that has its birth<br>In feeble or in failing powers;<br>A lover of all frank and genial mirth<br>That wreathes the sword with flowers;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He moves amid the warriors of the day,<br>Just such a soldier as the art<br>That builds its trophies upon human clay<br>Moulds of a cheerful heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see him in the battle that shall shake,<br>Ere long, old Sumter's haughty crown,<br>And from their dreams of peaceful traffic wake<br>The wharves of yonder town;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As calm as one would greet a pleasant guest,<br>And quaff a cup to love and life,<br>He hurls his deadliest thunders with a jest,<br>And laughs amid the strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet not the gravest soldier of them all<br>Surveys a field with broader scope;<br>And who behind that sea-encircled wall<br>Fights with a loftier hope?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gay Chieftain! on the crimson rolls of Fame<br>Thy deeds are written with the sword;<br>But there are gentler thoughts which, with thy name,<br>Thy country's page shall hoard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A nature of that rare and happy cast<br>Which looks, unsteeled, on murder's face;<br>Through what dark scenes of bloodshed hast thou passed,<br>Yet lost no social grace?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, when the bard depicts thee, thou shalt wield<br>The weapon of a tyrant's doom,<br>Round which, inscribed with many a well-fought field,<br>The rose of joy shall bloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Timrod">Henry Timrod</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409088" data-title="Ripley de Henry Timrod" data-description="Rich in red honors, that upon him lie As lightly as the Summer dews Fall where he won his fame beneath the sky Of tropic Vera Cruz; Bold scorner of the cant that has its birth In feeble or in failing powers; A lover of all frank and genial mirth ..."></div> </div> </div>
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