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Gracia, a social tragedy (1900) (14781691025)

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Identifier: graciasocialtrag00plum (find matches)
Title: Gracia, a social tragedy
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Plummer, Frank Everett. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Chicago, Charles H. Kerr & Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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t to the jeweled guardIn his false heart who ruined me! And whileI thus my vengeance vowed, some who were nearOerheard my foolish, fierce resolve, and watchedTo see if I my awful oath would keep. 92 GRACIA. XXII THAT night I stood within my room alone,Before the glass, with all my jewels on,In toilette perfect, radiant, complete;And wondered at the face reflected there.Grief had not touched nor marred it with a trace;Twas fair as when he looked upon it first,Care had not wrinkled it nor blanched my hair,So marvelous is youth and healthful blood.But hate and scorn, contempt, and proud disdainOercast it like a cloud, as when the shadeOf stone-built wall falls on a lily bed.I knew whose hand had drawn that shadow there,And thought of him with such fierce, vigorous hate-With such hot-whirling- promptings for revenge—As might scarce brook restraint. The dagger layIn easy reach,—its jeweled hilt aliveWith serpents eyes. I clasped it lovingly;I pressed its angry point, Twas keen as hate!
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Tliat nighl / stood zvilhin my room alone.Before the glass, zvith all ?ny jezcels on,In toilette perfect, radiant, comflete. GRACIA. 93 Would he were here, I thought. My nerves, steel-tense,My brain, impassionate and venom-steeped,And my hot heart—I turned and looked—when lo!Before me stood my hunter of the hills,My demi-god, my lover, and my king! Returning late, from ball or banquet-board,In passing where I dwelt, he sought me out He only said, Come, Gracia; come to me!Within his eyes the old compelling look.And in his voice the old imperious tone;—No change save that his one-time raven locksWere flecked with snowy flakes that never melt. I thought my love was crushed and dead. I thought The vampire, Hate, had robbed my heart of all Its youthful tenderness; it seemed to me The hideous thing had drained from life that part Which makes existence bearable. Not so. I felt a sudden shock. As surging flood, The old love, masterful, retook my soul. And hate went out as darkness flies

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