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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391689" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woman On The Field Of Battle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where hath not a woman stood,<br>Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne<br>By an o'er mastering current! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">GENTLE and lovely form,<br>What didst thou here,<br>When the fierce battle-storm<br>Bore down the spear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Banner and shiver'd crest<br>Beside thee strown,<br>Tell, that amidst the best,<br>Thy work was done!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet strangely, sadly fair,<br>O'er the wild scene,<br>Gleams, through its golden hair,<br>That brow serene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Low lies the stately head,–<br>Earth-bound the free;<br>How gave those haughty dead<br>A place to thee?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slumberer! <br>thine<br>early bier<br>Friends should have crown'd,<br>Many a flower and tear<br>Shedding around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft voices, clear and young,<br>Mingling their swell,<br>Should o'er thy dust have sung<br>Earth's last farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sisters, above the grave<br>Of thy repose,<br>Should have bid violets wave<br>With the white rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How must the trumpet's note,<br>Savage and shrill,<br>For requiem o'er thee float,<br>Thou fair and still!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the swift charger sweep<br>In full career,<br>Trampling thy place of sleep–<br>Why camest thou here?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why?–ask the true heart why<br>Woman hath been<br>Ever, where brave men die<br>Unshrinking seen?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unto this harvest ground<br>Proud reapers came,–<br>Some, for that stirring sound,<br>A warrior's name;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some, for the stormy play<br>And joy of strife;<br>And some, to fling away<br>A weary life;–</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou, pale sleeper, thou,<br>With the slight frame,<br>And the rich locks, whose glow<br>Death cannot tame;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only one thought, one power,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thee<br>could have led,<br>So, through the tempest's hour,<br>To lift thy head!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only the true, the strong,<br>The love, whose trust<br>Woman's deep soul too long<br>Pours on the dust!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne
By an o'er mastering current! 

GENTLE and lovely form,
What didst thou here,
When the fierce battle-storm
Bore down the spear?

Banner and shiver'd crest
Beside thee strow..."></div>
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