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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508758" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Harpy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she;<br>She was old, so old, yet her years all told were but a score and three;<br>And she knew by heart, from finish to start, the Book of Iniquity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no hope for such as I on earth, nor yet in Heaven;<br>Unloved I live, unloved I die, unpitied, unforgiven;<br>A loathed jade, I ply my trade, unhallowed and unshriven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I paint my cheeks, for they are white, and cheeks of chalk men hate;<br>Mine eyes with wine I make them shine, that man may seek and sate;<br>With overhead a lamp of red I sit me down and wait</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until they come, the nightly scum, with drunken eyes aflame;<br>Your sweethearts, sons, ye scornful ones -- 'tis I who know their shame.<br>The gods, ye see, are brutes to me -- and so I play my game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For life is not the thing we thought, and not the thing we plan;<br>And Woman in a bitter world must do the best she can --<br>Must yield the stroke, and bear the yoke, and serve the will of man;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Must serve his need and ever feed the flame of his desire,<br>Though be she loved for love alone, or be she loved for hire;<br>For every man since life began is tainted with the mire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though you know he love you so and set you on love's throne;<br>Yet let your eyes but mock his sighs, and let your heart be stone,<br>Lest you be left (as I was left) attainted and alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From love's close kiss to hell's abyss is one sheer flight, I trow,<br>And wedding ring and bridal bell are will-o'-wisps of woe,<br>And 'tis not wise to love too well, and this all women know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherefore, the wolf-pack having gorged upon the lamb, their prey,<br>With siren smile and serpent guile I make the wolf-pack pay --<br>With velvet paws and flensing claws, a tigress roused to slay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One who in youth sought truest truth and found a devil's lies;<br>A symbol of the sin of man, a human sacrifice.<br>Yet shall I blame on man the shame? Could it be otherwise?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was I not born to walk in scorn where others walk in pride?<br>The Maker marred, and, evil-starred, I drift upon His tide;<br>And He alone shall judge His own, so I His judgment bide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fate has written a tragedy; its name is &quot;The Human Heart&quot;.<br>The Theatre is the House of Life, Woman the mummer's part;<br>The Devil enters the prompter's box and the play is ready to start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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She was old, so old, yet her years all told were but a score and three;
And she knew by heart, from finish to start, the Book of Iniquity.

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