Woman in the Nineteenth Century: And Kindred Papers Relating to the Sphere, Condition and Duties, of Woman

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J. P. Jewett, 1855 - 428 pagine
 

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Pagina 50 - OH that those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, 'Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Pagina 52 - Countrymen, My heart doth joy that yet, in all my life, I found no man but he was true to me. I shall have glory by this losing day, More than Octavius and Mark Antony By this vile conquest shall attain unto. So fare you well at once; for Brutus...
Pagina 326 - That hangs his head, and a' that ; The coward slave — we pass him by ! We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that ! The rank is but the Guinea's stamp; The Man 's the gowd for a
Pagina 52 - You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
Pagina 38 - What Woman needs is not as a woman to act or rule, but as a nature to grow, as an intellect to discern, as a soul to live freely and unimpeded, to unfold such powers as were given her when we left our common home.
Pagina 53 - Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful ? Bru.
Pagina 67 - Let then no doubt, Celinda, touch, Much less your fairest mind invade; Were not our souls immortal made, Our equal loves can make them such.
Pagina 342 - IT is so true that a woman may be in love with a woman, and a man with a man.
Pagina 63 - Ye cannot believe it, men ; but the only reason why women ever assume what is more appropriate to you, is because you prevent them from finding out what is fit for themselves.
Pagina 401 - Vergine, tale è terra e posto ha in doglia Lo mio cor, che vivendo in pianto il tenne; E di mille miei mali un non sapea; E per saperlo, pur quel che n' avvenne Fora avvenuto ; ch' ogni altra sua voglia Era a me morte ed a lei fama rea.

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