If women want any rights more than they’s got, why don’t they just take them, and not be talking about it.
Category Archive: 1787
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
It is the mind that makes the body.
Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
I am not going to die, I’m going home like a shooting star.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, – as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!
Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.