<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=566186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Never Had A Chance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fresh from piano, school, and books,<br>A happy girl with rosy looks<br>Young Plowman wooed and won; despite<br>Her pretty, pouting prejudice,<br>Her deep distaste for rural bliss<br>Or countryfied delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Romance through all her nature ran--<br>Indeed, to wed a husband-man<br>Suffused her ardent maiden thought;<br>But lofty fancy dwelt upon<br>A new 'Queen Anne,' a terraced lawn,<br>A city's corner lot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her lily fingers that so well<br>Could paint a scene--in aquarelle--<br>Or broider plush with leaves and vines,<br>No more of real labor knew<br>Than waxen petals of the dew<br>On native eglantines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anon, with lapse of tender ways<br>That emphasized the courting days,<br>The housewife in her apron blue,<br>As mistress of her new abode,<br>By frequent lachrymations showed<br>Her grief and blunders too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The butter-making, bread and cheese,<br>The old folks difficult to please,<br>The harvest hands--voracious bears!--<br>The infantry, a parent's pride,<br>By duos proudly classified:<br>So multiplied her cares.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The treadmill round of duties that<br>Makes any life inane and flat,<br>Without diversion sandwiched in,<br>The drudgery, the overplus<br>Of toil and trouble arduous,<br>Were rugged discipline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What time for books and music, when<br>The lambs were bleating in their pen,<br>The chickens peeping at the door;<br>The rodent gnawing at the churn,<br>The buckwheat wafers crisped to burn,<br>The kettle boiling o'er?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To _hers_, so far between and few,<br>What resting-spells the farmer knew!<br>What intervals for culture! and<br>When intellect assumed the race,<br>He peerless held the foremost place--<br>No nobler in the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By virtue of exalted rank<br>'The brilliant senator from----'<br>Adorns society's expanse;<br>While by his side with folded hands,<br>Her beauty gone, the woman stands<br>Who 'never had a chance.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hattie+Howard">Hattie Howard</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=566186" data-title="Never Had A Chance de Hattie Howard" data-description="Fresh from piano, school, and books, A happy girl with rosy looks Young Plowman wooed and won; despite Her pretty, pouting prejudice, Her deep distaste for rural bliss Or countryfied delight. Romance through all her nature ran-- Indeed, to wed a ..."></div> </div> </div>

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