Two Portraits
Edith Rutter
Leatham
Leatham, Edith Rutter
Metadata research and editing
DVPP Project Team
Kailey
Fukushima
University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Chambers’s Journal ledger indicates that Miss E. R. Leatham was paid 10s 6d for the poem (NLS Dep 341/371). (AC)
Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal
6
3
147
688
They smile from no silv’ry, fretted frame,
text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 102%; letter-spacing: 0.2em; word-spacing:
0.25rem; margin-bottom: 0.5rem; margin-left: -0.5rem;
margin-left: 2.5rem; margin-bottom: 0.25rem; word-spacing: 0.1em;
line-height: 1.4em;
margin-left: 1rem;
text-align: right; margin-right: 2rem; font-variant: small-caps;
word-spacing: 0.25em;
font-variant: small-caps; letter-spacing: 0.025em;
letter-spacing: 0em;
display: none;
display: inline;
display: block;
font-size: 1rem; width: 26em;
Auto-tagged instances of cross-stanza rhyme based on existing labels.
CSS remediation, verified.
Created pom_12465_incid_poem rendition to reset font-sizes.
Added useful rendition elements in anticipation of CSS reworking.
Marking specific renditions as incidental.
Handle cases of incidental titles, where head elements have child elements with style
attributes.
Extracted small-caps style into rendition element using XSLT.
Re-organized change elements in descending date order.
Assigned dominant rhyme-scheme value to poem div using automated XSLT.
Removed catRef with target="dvpp:illustrationNone", now obsolete.
Set status to 'proofed'. Fixed minor typos.
Two Portrait
s.
They smile from no silv’ry, fretted frame,
In the scented dusk of a lady’s room ;
They are hidden away, where none can claim,
And time does not tarnish their life-long bloom.
A face laughs out ’neath the lilac leaves ;
Blue eyes are beaming with great goodwill.
Oh ! Cupid sows in the springtide eves—
A girl’s heart took it, and keeps it still.
The other speaks of the end of all,
Of wind and wave on a lonely beach,
The withered leaf, the unanswered call ;
But the same man’s face looks out of each.
The years may linger or haste away,
Dear scenes be altered, and voices strange ;
But the old-time portraits know no decay,
They do not fade and they cannot change ;
They smile from no girdle of leafy bloom,
No album holds them in dainty grace
In the scented dusk of a lady’s room :
Her inmost heart is their resting-place.
Edith Rutter Leatham
.