We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame; however you take it we men are a little breed. |
We have children, we have wives,/ And the Lord hath spared our lives./ We will make the Spaniard promise, if we yield, to let us go;/ We shall live to fight again and to strike another blow. |
What hope of answer or redress?/ Behind the veil, behind the veil. |
What rights are those that dare not resist for them? |
Who is wise in love, love most, say least. |
Who loves not a false imagining, an unreal character in us; but looking through all the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the divine ideal of our natures - not the man that we are, but the angel that we may be. |
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law - Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed |
Wisdom comes but knowledge lingers. |
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart. |
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within. |
You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear;/ To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year;/ Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest merriest day;/ For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. |