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A Woman's Execution Sweet-breathed and young, The people’s daughter, No nerves unstrung, Going to slaughter! “Good morning, friends, You ’ll love us better,— Make us amends: We ’ve burst your fetter! “How the sun gleams! (Women... Poet: Edward King	I Fear No Power a Woman Wields I fear no power a woman wields While I can have the woods and fields, With comradeship alone of gun, Gray marsh-wastes and the burning sun. For aye the heart’s most poignant pain Will wear away ’neath hail and rain, And rush of winds through... Poet: Ernest McGaffey	A Woman's Pride I Will not look for him, I will not hear My heart’s loud beating, as I strain to see Across the rain forlorn and hopelessly, Nor, starting, think ’t is he that draws so near. I will forget how tenderly and dear He might in coming hold his arms to me,... Poet: Helen Hay	Vision of a Fair Woman From Elizabeth A. Sharp’s “Lyra Celtica” TELL us some of the charms of the stars: Close and well set were her ivory teeth; White as the canna upon the moor Was her bosom the tartan bright beneath. Her well-rounded forehead shone Soft and... Poet: From the Ancient Erse
Love and Woman From “Love’s Labor ’s Lost,” Act IV. Sc. 3. KING.—But what of this? are we not all in love? BIRON.—Nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn. KING.—Then leave this chat; and, good Biron, now prove Our loving lawful, and our faith not torn. DUMAIN.—... Poet: William Shakespeare	“Let not woman e’er complain” Let not woman e’er complain Of inconstancy in love; Let not woman e’er complain Fickle man is apt to rove; Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change; Ladies, would it not be strange Man should then a monster... Poet: Robert Burns	A Woman’s Answer I Will not let you say a woman’s part Must be to give exclusive love alone; Dearest, although I love you so, my heart Answers a thousand claims besides your own. I love,—what do I not love? Earth and air Find space within my heart, and myriad... Poet: Adelaide Anne Procter	A Woman’s Question Before I trust my fate to thee, Or place my hand in thine, Before I let thy future give Color and form to mine, Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for me. I break all slighter bonds, nor feel A shadow of regret:... Poet: Adelaide Anne Procter
A Woman’s Complaint I Know that deep within your heart of hearts You hold me shrined apart from common things, And that my step, my voice, can bring to you A gladness that no other presence brings. And yet, dear love, through all the weary days You never speak one... Poet: Anonymous	Woman’s Will An Epigram MEN, dying, make their wills, but wives Escape a work so sad; Why should they make what all their lives The gentle dames have had? Poet: John Godfrey Saxe