<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397030" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Loss Of Female Character</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">See that fallen Princess! her splendor is gone-- <br>The pomp of her morning is over; <br>Her day-star of pleasure refuses to dawn, <br>She wanders a nocturnal rover. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! she resembles Jerusalem's fall, <br>The fate of that wonderful city; <br>When grief with astonishment rung from the wall, <br>Instead of the heart-cheering ditty. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When music was silent, no more to be rung, <br>When Sion wept over her daughter; <br>On grief's drooping willows their harps they were hung, <br>When pendent o'er Babylon's water. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looks like some Star that has fall'n from her sphere, <br>No more by her cluster surrounded; <br>Her comrades of pleasure refuse her to cheer, <br>And leave her dethron'd and confounded. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looks like some Queen who has boasted in vain, <br>Whose diamond refuses to glitter; <br>Deserted by those who once bow'd in her train, <br>Whose flight to her soul must be bitter. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looks like the twilight, her sun sunk away, <br>He sets; but to rise again never! <br>Like the Eve, with a blush bids farewell to the day, <br>And darkness conceals her forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Moses+Horton">George Moses Horton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397030" data-title="The Loss Of Female Character de George Moses Horton" data-description="See that fallen Princess! her splendor is gone-- The pomp of her morning is over; Her day-star of pleasure refuses to dawn, She wanders a nocturnal rover. Alas! she resembles Jerusalem's fall, The fate of that wonderful city; When grief wit..."></div> </div> </div>

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