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A Woman’s Love A Sentinel angel, sitting high in glory, Heard this shrill wail ring out from Purgatory: “Have mercy, mighty angel, hear my story! “I loved,—and, blind with passionate love, I fell. Love brought me down to death, and death to Hell; For God is just, and... Poet: John Hay	Woman’s Inconstancy I Loved thee once, I ’ll love no more, Thine be the grief as is the blame; Thou art not what thou wast before, What reason I should be the same? He that can love unloved again, Hath better store of love than brain: God sends me love... Poet: Sir Robert Ayton	Only a Woman “She loves with love that cannot tire: And if, ah, woe! she loves alone, Through passionate duty love flames higher, As grass grows taller round a stone.” —COVENTRY PATMORE. SO, the truth ’s out. I ’ll grasp it like a snake,— It will not... Poet: Dinah Maria Mulock Craik	“Stone the woman, let the man go free” Yes, stone the woman, let the man go free! Draw back your skirts, lest they perchance may touch Her garment as she passes; but to him Put forth a willing hand to clasp with his That led her to destruction and disgrace. Shut up from her the sacred ways of... Poet: Anonymous
A Woman’s Wish Would I were lying in a field of clover, Of clover cool and soft, and soft and sweet, With dusky clouds on deep skies hanging over, And scented silence at my head and feet. Just for one hour to slip the leash of Worry, In eager haste, from Thought’... Poet: Mary Ashley Townsend	Woman When Eve brought woe to all mankind Old Adam called her wo-man; But when she wooed with love so kind, He then pronounced her woo-man. But now, with folly and with pride, Their husbands’ pockets trimming, The women are so full of whims That... Poet: Anonymous	An Essay on Woman in Three Epistles OH Happiness! to which we all aspire, Wing'd with strong hope, and borne by full desire, Oh Ease! for which in want, in wealth we... Poet:	When I was small, a Woman died — When I was small, a Woman died — Today — her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac — His face all Victory To look at her — How slowly The Seasons must have turned Till Bullets clipt an Angle ... Poet:
Woman's Constancy NOW thou hast loved me one whole day, To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow? ⁠Or say that now We are not just those persons which... Poet: