With sword, and plume, and ardent eye,
In battle brightly flashing.”
“Soft Pleasure’s heart,” another’s word,
“Alive to each emotion—
That can be blythesome as a bird,
Caress or sigh, and oft be heard
Proclaiming its devotion.”
“Ambition’s heart,” one maiden says,
“That loves in strife to riot—
That spurns control in every place—