The lilly cheek, the "purple light of love," The liquid lustre of the melting eye,— Mary! of these the Poet sung, for these Did Woman triumph! with no angry frown View this degrading conquest. At that age No MAID OF ARC had snatch`d from coward man The heaven-blest sword of Liberty; thy sex Could boast no female ROLAND`S martyrdom; No CORDE`S angel and avenging arm Had sanctified again the Murderer`s name As erst when Caesar perish`d: yet some strains May even adorn this theme, befitting me To offer, nor unworthy thy regard.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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