WOMAN WOMAN
Vindicta
Nemo magis gaudet, quam femina.
Revenge we find,
The abject pleasure of an abject mind
And hence so dear to poor weak woman kind.
Juvenal—Satires. XIII. 191.
I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful—a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
Keats—La Belle Dame sans Merci.
When the Hymalayan peasant meets the hebear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often
turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted, rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than
the male.
Kipling—The Female of the Species.
Ich hab' es immer gesagt: das Weib wollte die
Natur zu ihrem Meisterstucke machen.
I have always said it—Nature meant woman
to be her masterpiece.
Lessing—Emilia Galotti. V. 7.
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| text = <poem>Was hatt ein Weiberkopf erdacht, das er
Nicht zu beschonen wiisste?
What could a woman's head contrive
Which it would not know how to excuse?
Lessing—Nathan der Weise. III.
The life of woman is full of woe,
Toiling on and on and on,
With breaking heart, and tearful eyes,
The secret longings that arise,
Which this world never satisfies! '
Some more, some less, but of the whole
Not one quite happy, no, not one!
| author = Longfellow
| work = Christus. The Golden Legend.
Pt. II.
A Lady with a lamp shall stand
In the great history of the land,
A noble type of good,
Heroic womanhood.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Santa Filomena. St. 10.
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| text = <poem>Like a fair lily on a river floating
She floats upon the river of his thoughts.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Spanish Student. Act II. Sc.
3. Idea taken from Dante—Purqatorio.
XIII. 88.
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| text = <poem>'Twas kin' o' kingdom-come to look
On sech a blessed cretur.
| author = Lowell
| work = Biglow Papers. Introduction to Second Series. The Courtin'. St. 7.
Earth's noblest thing, a Woman perfected.
| author = Lowell
| work = Irene. L. 62.
Parvula, pumilio, chariton mia tota merum sal.
A little, tiny, pretty, witty, charming darling she.
Lucretius—De Rerum Natura. IV. 1158.
A cunning woman is a knavish fool.
Lord Lyttleton—Advice to a Lady.
When all the medical officers have retired for
the night, and silence and darkness have settled
down upon those miles of prostrate sick, she
[Florence Nightingale] may be observed alone,
with a little lamp in her hand, making her solitary rounds.
Mr. Macdonald, on the staff of the London
Times, in a letter to that paper when leaving Scutari. See Pictorial History of the
Russian War. 1864-5-6. P. 310.
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| text = <poem>Of all wild beasts on earth or in sea, the greatest is a woman.
Menander—E SupposUUio. P. 182.
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| text = I expect that woman will be the last thing
civilized by mp,n.
Meredith—Richard Feveral. First page.
woman, born first to believe us;
Yea, also born first to forget;
Born first to betray and deceive us,
Yet first to repent and regret.
Joaquin Miller—Charity.
Too fair to worship, too divine to love.
Milman—Apollo Belmdere.
always thought a tinge of blue
Improved a charming woman's stocking.
Richard Monckton Milnes—Four Lovers.
II. In Summer.
My latest found.
Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight!
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. V. L. 18.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. VIII. L. 488.
For nothing lovelier can be found
In woman, than to study household good.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. LX. L. 232.
Oh! why did God,
Creator wise, that peopled highest Heaven
With Spirits masculine, create at last
This novelty on Earth, this fair defect
Of Nature, and not fill the World at once
With men as Angels, without feminine.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. X. L. 888.
A bevy of fair women.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Lost.
| place = Bk. XI. L. 582.
Disguise our bondage as we will,
'Tis woman, woman rules us still.
Moore—Sovereign Woman. St. 4.
