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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383775" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Woman's Shortcomings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She has laughed as softly as if she sighed,<br>She has counted six, and over,<br>Of a purse well filled, and a heart well tried -<br>Oh, each a worthy lover!<br>They &quot;give her time&quot;; for her soul must slip<br>Where the world has set the grooving;<br>She will lie to none with her fair red lip:<br>But love seeks truer loving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She trembles her fan in a sweetness dumb,<br>As her thoughts were beyond recalling;<br>With a glance for one, and a glance for some,<br>From her eyelids rising and falling;<br>Speaks common words with a blushful air,<br>Hears bold words, unreproving;<br>But her silence says - what she never will swear -<br>And love seeks better loving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, lady! lean to the night-guitar,<br>And drop a smile to the bringer;<br>Then smile as sweetly, when he is far,<br>At the voice of an in-door singer.<br>Bask tenderly beneath tender eyes;<br>Glance lightly, on their removing;<br>And join new vows to old perjuries -<br>But dare not call it loving!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unless you can think, when the song is done,<br>No other is soft in the rhythm;<br>Unless you can feel, when left by One,<br>That all men else go with him;<br>Unless you can know, when unpraised by his breath,<br>That your beauty itself wants proving;<br>Unless you can swear &quot;For life, for death!&quot; -<br>Oh, fear to call it loving!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unless you can muse in a crowd all day<br>On the absent face that fixed you;<br>Unless you can love, as the angels may,<br>With the breadth of heaven betwixt you;<br>Unless you can dream that his faith is fast,<br>Through behoving and unbehoving;<br>Unless you can die when the dream is past -<br>Oh, never call it loving!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Barrett+Browning">Elizabeth Barrett Browning</a><div class=q>
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She has counted six, and over,
Of a purse well filled, and a heart well tried -
Oh, each a worthy lover!
They &quot;give her time&quot;; for her soul must slip
Where the world has set the grooving;
She w..."></div>
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