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A Pretty Woman That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! To think men cannot take you, Sweet, And enfold you, Ay, and hold you, And so keep you what they make you, Sweet! You like us for a... Poet: Robert Browning	A Woman's Last Word Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, ---Only sleep! What so wild as words are? I and thou In debate, as birds are, Hawk on bough! See the creature stalking While we speak! Hush and hide the talking, Cheek... Poet: Robert Browning	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