Glimpses of an Old Social Capital (Portsmouth, New Hampshire): As Illusrated by the Life of the Reverend Arthur Browne and His Circle

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Page 69 - A woman tropical, intense In thought and act, in soul and sense, She blended in a like degree The vixen and the devotee, Revealing with each freak or feint The temper of Petruchio's Kate, The raptures of Siena's saint. Her tapering hand and rounded wrist Had facile power to form a fist ; The warm, dark languish of her eyes Was never safe from wrath's surprise.
Page 70 - With claims fantastic as her own, Her tireless feet have held their way; And still, unrestful, bowed, and gray, She watches under Eastern skies, With hope each day renewed and fresh, The Lord's quick coming in the flesh, Whereof she dreams and prophesies!
Page 70 - Up sea-set Malta's rocky stairs, Gray olive slopes of hills that hem Thy tombs and shrines, Jerusalem, Or startling on her desert throne The crazy Queen of Lebanon...
Page 18 - Dian now in all her majesty ! Yet scarce a guest perceived that she was there, Until the Governor, rising from his chair, Played slightly with his ruffles, then looked down, And said unto the Reverend Arthur Brown: "This is my birthday; it shall likewise be My wedding-day ; and you shall marry me!" The listening guests were greatly mystified, None more so than the rector, who replied: " Marry you I Yes, that were a pleasant task, Your Excellency ; but to whom ? I ask.
Page 69 - Flashed back from lustrous eyes the light. Unmarked by time, and yet not young, The honeyed music of her tongue And words of meekness scarcely told A nature passionate and bold, Strong, self-concentred, spurning guide, Its milder features dwarfed beside Her unbent will's majestic pride.
Page 69 - Swayed the lithe limbs and drooped the lash, Lent the white teeth their dazzling flash; And under low brows, black with night, Rayed out at times a dangerous light; The sharp heat-lightnings of her face Presaging ill to him whom Fate Condemned to share her love or hate. A woman tropical, intense In thought and act, in soul and...
Page 69 - Condemned to share her love or hate. A woman tropical, intense In thought and act, in soul and sense, She blended in a like degree The vixen and the devotee, 535 Revealing with each freak or feint The temper of Petruchio's Kate, The raptures of Siena's Saint.
Page 76 - Cease to vex me," did she say ; " Better at his side be lying, With the mournful pine-trees sighing, And the wild birds o'er us crying, Than to doubt like mine a prey ; While away, far away, Turns my heart, forever trying Some new hope for each new day. " When the shadows veil the meadows, And the sunset's golden ladders...
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Page 76 - Sink from twilight's walls of gray, — From the window of my dreaming, I can see his sickle gleaming, Cheery-voiced, can hear him teaming Down the locust-shaded way ; But away, swift away, Fades the fond, delusive seeming, And I kneel again to pray. " When the growing dawn is showing. And the barn-yard cock is crowing, And the horned moon pales away : From a dream of him awaking, Every sound my heart is making Seems a footstep of his taking ; Then I hnsh the thought, and say, ' Nay, nay, he 's away...

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