Woman and Her Era, Bind 1
A. J. Davis, 1864 - 785 sider
A feminist, abolitionist, and prison refomer presents her views on female superiority and tackles the scientific, moral, religious, and historical arguments against women.
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Side 164 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of...
Side 165 - Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A being breathing thoughtful breath, A traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill ; A perfect woman, nobly plann'd, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a spirit still, and bright...
Side 165 - Thou Friend, whose presence on my wintry heart Fell, like bright Spring upon some herbless plain, How beautiful and calm and free thou wert In thy young wisdom, when the mortal chain Of Custom thou didst burst and rend in twain, And walked as free as light the clouds among, Which many an envious slave then breathed in vain From his dim dungeon, and my spirit sprung To meet thee from the woes which had begirt it long.
Side 169 - The blessing of her quiet life Fell on us like the dew, And good thoughts, where her footsteps pressed Like fairy blossoms grew. Sweet promptings unto kindest deeds Were in her very look ; We read her face, as one who reads A true and holy book...
Side 244 - Honour to those whose words or deeds Thus help us in our daily needs, And by their overflow Raise us from what is low...
Side 236 - And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each? — I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirit so far off From myself - me — that I should bring thee proof In words, of love hid in me out of reach.
Side 183 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Side 166 - My spirit should at first have worshiped thine, A divine presence in a place divine ; Or should have moved beside it on this earth, A shadow of that substance, from its birth : But not as now. — I love thee ; yes, I feel That on the fountain of my heart a seal Is set, to keep its waters pure and bright For thee, since in those...
Side 213 - Madame Roland heard herself sentenced to death with the air of one who saw in her condemnation merely her title to immortality. She rose, and slightly bowing to her judges, said, with a bitter and ironical smile, " I thank you for considering me worthy to share the fate of the good and great men you have murdered...
Side 129 - Among them we may occasionally see some man of deep conscientiousness, and subtle and refined understanding, who spends a life in sophisticating with an intellect which he cannot silence, and exhausts the resources of ingenuity in attempting to reconcile the promptings of his conscience and reason with orthodoxy, which yet he does not, perhaps, to the end succeed in doing.