The Rights Of Woman（2 / 2）

  most humbly own—'tis dear, dear admiration!
  in that blest sphere alone we live and move;
  there taste that life of life—immortal love.
  smiles, glances, sighs, tears, fits, flirtations, airs;
  'gainst such an host what flinty savage dares,
  when awful beauty joins with all her charms—
  who is so rash as rise in rebel arms?
  but truce with kings, and truce with constitutions,
  with bloody armaments and revolutions;
  let majesty your first attention summon,
  ah! ca ira! the majesty of woman! ↑返回顶部↑