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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395943" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woman!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Place the white man on Afric's coast,<br>Whose swarthy sons in blood delight,<br>Who of their scorn to Europe boast,<br>And paint their very demons white:<br>There, while the sterner sex disdains<br>To soothe the woes they cannot feel,<br>Woman will strive to heal his pains,<br>And weep for those she cannot heal:<br>Hers is warm pity's sacred glow;<br>From all her stores she bears a part,<br>And bids the spring of hope re-flow,<br>That languish'd in the fainting heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What though so pale his haggard face,<br>So sunk and sad his looks,'--she cries;<br>'And far unlike our nobler race,<br>With crisped locks and rolling eyes;<br>Yet misery marks him of our kind;<br>We see him lost, alone, afraid;<br>And pangs of body, griefs in mind,<br>Pronounce him man, and ask our aid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Perhaps in some far-distant shore<br>There are who in these forms delight;<br>Whose milky features please them more,<br>Than ours of jet thus burnished bright;<br>Of such may be his weeping wife,<br>Such children for their sire may call,<br>And if we spare his ebbing life,<br>Our kindness may preserve them all.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus her compassion Woman shows:<br>Beneath the line her acts are these;<br>Nor the wide waste of Lapland-snows<br>Can her warm flow of pity freeze: -<br>'From some sad land the stranger comes,<br>Where joys like ours are never found;<br>Let's soothe him in our happy homes,<br>Where freedom sits, with plenty crown'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis good the fainting soul to cheer,<br>To see the famish'd stranger fed;<br>To milk for him the mother-deer,<br>To smooth for him the furry bed.<br>The powers above our Lapland bless<br>With good no other people know;<br>T'enlarge the joys that we possess,<br>By feeling those that we bestow!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus in extremes of cold and heat,<br>Where wandering man may trace his kind;<br>Wherever grief and want retreat,<br>In Woman they compassion find;<br>She makes the female breast her seat,<br>And dictates mercy to the mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man may the sterner virtues know,<br>Determined justice, truth severe;<br>But female hearts with pity glow,<br>And Woman holds affliction dear;<br>For guiltless woes her sorrows flow,<br>And suffering vice compels her tear;<br>'Tis hers to soothe the ills below,<br>And bid life's fairer views appear:<br>To Woman's gentle kind we owe<br>What comforts and delights us here;<br>They its gay hopes on youth bestow,<br>And care they soothe, and age they cheer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Crabbe">George Crabbe</a><div class=q>
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Whose swarthy sons in blood delight,
Who of their scorn to Europe boast,
And paint their very demons white:
There, while the sterner sex disdains
To soothe the woes they cannot feel,
Woman will strive to heal ..."></div>
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