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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=550806" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dorothy Moore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bachelor gray, was Valentine Brown;<br>He lived in a mansion just out of the town,<br>A mansion spacious and grand;<br>He was wealthy as Vanderbilt, Astor or Tome,<br>Had money invested abroad and at home,<br>And thousands of acres of land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A friend of his boyhood was Archibald Gray;<br>And to prove what queer antics Dame Fortune will play<br>When she sets about trying to plan,<br>She heaped all her favors on Valentine, bold,<br>And always left Archibald out of her fold,<br>The harmless, and weak-minded man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, while Valentine reigned like a king on his throne,<br>Poor Archibald ne'er had a home of his own,<br>Yet never was known to complain;<br>Year in and year out, he wandered around,<br>In mansion and farmhouse a welcome he found<br>As long as he chose to remain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lilacs and snowballs which guarded the door<br>Of the ivy-decked cottage of good Parson Moore,<br>Were waking from out their long sleep;<br>For the last month of winter was hastening by,<br>The last hours of Valentine's day had drawn nigh,<br>When Archibald's travel-worn feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were heard on the door-step; he entered and smiled,<br>Then sat down and slept like a play-weary child,<br>Woke, and told them how long he would stay;<br>Then slumbered again, while sweet Dorothy Moore,<br>The motherless daughter, who loved all God's poor,<br>Made him welcome around the tea-tray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And archly she said as she gave him his tea,<br>'Where's the valentine Archy, you promised to me?<br>All maidens expect one to-day;'<br>Then forgot it; nor noticed when supper was done,<br>And her father had gone to his study alone,<br>That Archie had stolen away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, drawing the curtains on darkness and night!<br>She sat down to spin by the cheery fire-light,<br>While before it, so cozy and warm,<br>Slept the kitten,-a snowy white ball of content-<br>And her wheel, with its humming activity, lent<br>To the hour, a picturesque charm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No scene more enchanting could artist dream know,<br>Than this peaceful, calm spot, in the ruby-red glow<br>Of the pine knots aflame on the hearth;<br>But Dorothy thought, 'Were he but there with me<br>And loved me as I love, a desert would be<br>The happiest place upon earth.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh were he but poor, and forsaken;' she sighed,<br>'He then a poor maiden might seek for his bride,<br>But his love will some great lady crown;<br>Since all is so hopeless, dear Father above<br>Oh help me to cast out my unreturned love!<br>And forget the proud Valentine Brown.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his elegant library, sat Valentine Brown,<br>The argand burned brightly, the rich curtains down,<br>Luxurious home of repose;-<br>Yet his handsome face saddened, his heart was oppressed;<br>He sighed, and his spirit was full of unrest,<br>For his love he should never disclose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had roamed over Europe, and Countesses fair<br>Had graciously smiled on the great millionaire.<br>Yet his heart had turned coldly away;<br>'From her childhood, I've loved her, sweet Dorothy Moore,'<br>Just then the latch clicked-through the half opened door<br>Crept humbly, poor Archibald Gray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I want you!' he whispered; 'I promised her, come!'<br>And Valentine followed, till reaching the home<br>Where Dorothy spun by the hearth;<br>And when he had entered with Archibald Gray<br>And courteously waited, commands to obey,<br>Knew no lovelier picture on earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the tact which had piloted Valentine there<br>Deserted poor Archie; then Dorothy fair,<br>Blushing deeply, yet smilingly said:<br>'Why, Archibald, why did you leave us I pray?<br>You said till to-morrow at noon, you would stay,<br>And in less than an hour you had fled.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The memory of Archibald took up the clew<br>Thus kindly supplied, and eager he grew;<br>'Yes, yes; Archie promised he would;<br>I have brought you a valentine, Valentine Brown,'<br>(Here he smoothed his gray beard, and looked helplessly down),<br>'He's so good to poor Archie, so good!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The three stood in silence, two wondering no doubt<br>How this intricate problem would ever turn out,<br>And Valentine, thoughtful and kind,-<br>Felt pity for Archie, who meant for the best;<br>And for Dorothy-flushing like clouds in the west<br>And fearing he thought it designed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looked at the maiden-modest and sweet;<br>At her lovely blue eyes, her peach-blossom cheek<br>And sighed for his youth which had fled;<br>'She never could love me, good Archibald Gray,<br>Her beauty and youthfulness stand in the way,<br>Just look at my frost-covered head.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Please tell him, good Archie,' said Dorothy fair,<br>'That I love nothing better than silvery hair<br>When it crowns one so noble and true;<br>His heart all men say is exalted and grand,<br>He is known for his good deeds all over the land,<br>Loved by every one, equalled by few.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That heart, my good Archie, I lay at her feet<br>To spurn or to thrill with an ecstasy sweet;'<br>(And he reverently took her white hand,)<br>'That hand is his, Archie, and so is my heart<br>To have and to keep until death do us part<br>To meet in the Heavenly land.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good friends new and old, should you journey that way<br>And should anything happen, to cause a delay,<br>And you call upon Valentine Brown:<br>In the coziest nook, you'll see Archibald Gray,<br>Awaiting with patience the dallying day,<br>Till the sickle of Time mows him down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Fortune still favors her Valentine dear,<br>She winters and summers there year after year;<br>To thank her he never forgets;<br>With his rosy-cheeked children and beautiful wife<br>The heart of his heart, and the life of his life,<br>The sun of his peace never sets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Eliza+Ireland">Mary Eliza Ireland</a><div class=q>
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He lived in a mansion just out of the town,
A mansion spacious and grand;
He was wealthy as Vanderbilt, Astor or Tome,
Had money invested abroad and at home,
And thousands of acres of land.

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