AMBITION. 77 
FOXGLOVE. 
Digitalis. 
Language AMBITION. 
The world has won her she has learned 
Its measured smile and tread ; 
The foot, that once the snowflake spurned, 
By courtly rule is led ; 
And fashion's hand has smoothed the fold 
Of that luxuriant hair ; 
Where once the tress of glossy gold 
Waved wildly on the air. 
Mes. Osgood. 
TarfLerlane. The world ! 'twould be too little for thy pride ! 
Thou wouldst scale heaven. 
Bajazet. I would : away ! my soul 
Disdains thy conference. 
EowE's Tambelas-b. 
I am a woman : tell me not of fame ; 
The eagle's wing may sweep the stormy path, 
And fling back arrows where the dove would die. 
Miss Lakdoit. 
Give me the boon of love ! 
The path of fame is drear, 
And glory's arch doth ever span 
A hillside cold and sere. 
One wildflower from the path of love. 
All lowly though it lie. 
Is dearer than the wreath that waves 
To stern Ambition's eye. 
H. S. TUCKEBMAJT. 
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