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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472407" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dorothy Q.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess,<br> Thirteen summers, or something less;<br> Girlish bust, but womanly air;<br> Smooth, square forehead with uprolled hair;<br> Lips that lover has never kissed;<br> Taper fingers and slender wrist;<br> Hanging sleeves of stiff brocade;<br> So they painted the little maid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On her hand a parrot green<br> Sits unmoving and broods serene.<br> Hold up the canvas full in view,--<br> Look! there's a rent the light shines through,<br> Dark with a century's fringe of dust,--<br> That was a Red-Coat's rapier-thrust!<br> Such is the tale the lady old,<br> Dorothy's daughter's daughter, told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who the painter was none may tell,--<br> One whose best was not over well;<br> Hard and dry, it must be confessed,<br> Fist as a rose that has long been pressed;<br> Yet in her cheek the hues are bright,<br> Dainty colors of red and white,<br> And in her slender shape are seen<br> Hint and promise of stately mien.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Look not on her with eyes of scorn,--<br> Dorothy Q. was a lady born!<br> Ay! since the galloping Normans came,<br> England's annals have known her name;<br> And still to the three-hilled rebel town<br> Dear is that ancient name's renown,<br> For many a civic wreath they won,<br> The youthful sire and the gray-haired son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O Damsel Dorothy! Dorothy Q.!<br> Strange is the gift that I owe to you;<br> Such a gift as never a king<br> Save to daughter or son might bring,--<br> All my tenure of heart and hand,<br> All my title to house and land;<br> Mother and sister and child and wife<br> And joy and sorrow and death and life!<br> What if a hundred years ago<br> Those close-shut lips had answered NO,<br> When forth the tremulous question came<br> That cost the maiden her Norman name,<br> And under the folds that look so still<br> The bodice swelled with the bosom's thrill?<br> Should I be I, or would it be<br> One tenth another, to nine tenths me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Soft is the breath of a maiden's YES:<br> Not the light gossamer stirs with less;<br> But never a cable that holds so fast<br> Through all the battles of wave and blast,<br> And never an echo of speech or song<br> That lives in the babbling air so long!<br> There were tones in the voice that whispered then<br> You may hear to-day in a hundred men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O lady and lover, how faint and far<br> Your images hover,-- and here we are,<br> Solid and stirring in flesh and bone,--<br> Edward's and Dorothy's-- all their own,--<br> A goodly record for Time to show<br> Of a syllable spoken so long ago!--<br> Shall I bless you, Dorothy, or forgive<br> For the tender whisper that bade me live?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It shall be a blessing, my little maid!<br> I will heal the stab of the Red-Coat's blade,<br> And freshen the gold of the tarnished frame,<br> And gild with a rhyme your household name;<br> So you shall smile on us brave and bright<br> As first you greeted the morning's light,<br> And live untroubled by woes and fears<br> Through a second youth of a hundred years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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 Thirteen summers, or something less;
 Girlish bust, but womanly air;
 Smooth, square forehead with uprolled hair;
 Lips that lover has never kissed;
 Taper fingers and slender wrist;
 Hanging sleeves of sti..."></div>
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