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    morbid_lady's Avatar Senior Member
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    post ur fav poem...

    'The Rights of Woman'
    Robert Burns
    (an occasional address, spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her benefit night, November 26, 1792)

    while Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things,
    the fate of Empires and the fall of Kings;
    while quacks of State must each produce his plan,
    and even children lisp the Rights of Man;
    amid this mighty fuss just let me mention,
    the Rights of Woman merit some attention.

    first, in the Sexes' intermix'd connection,
    one sacred Right of Woman is, Protection,-
    the tender flower that lifts its head, elate,
    helpless, must fall before the blasts of Fate,
    sunk on the earth, defac'd its lovely form,
    unless your shelter ward th'impending storm.

    Our second Right - but needless here is caution,
    to keep that right inviolate's the fashion;
    each man of sense has it so full before him,
    he'd die before he'd wrong it - 'tis decorum.
    there was, indeed, in far less polish'd days,
    a time, when rough rude man had naughty ways;
    would swagger, swear, get drunk, kick up a riot,
    nay even thus invade a Lady's quiet!
    now, well-bred men - and you are all well-bred!
    most justly think (and we are much the gainers)
    such conduct neither spirit, wit, nor manners.

    for Right the third, our last, our best, our dearest,
    that Right to fluttering female hearts the nearest;
    which even the Rights of Kings, in low prostration,
    most humbly own - 'tis dear, dear admiration!
    in that blest sphere alone we live and move;
    there taste that life of life - immortal love.-
    sighs, fears, smiles, glances, 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?

    then truce with kings, and truce with constitutions,
    with bloody armaments and revolutions!
    let Majesty your first attention summon,
    Ah! Ça ira! THE MAJESTY OF WOMAN!


    just keep in mind that this was written in the 1700's, when the fact that women had rights was a very obscure idea

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    oops, meant to put this on the general board...oh well..

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    i figured out how to move it....go me!!

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    The Highwayman
    By Alfred Noyes
    Part One
    I
    The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
    The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
    The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
    And the highwayman came riding-
    Riding-riding-
    The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

    II
    He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
    A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
    They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
    And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
    His pistol butts a-twinkle,
    His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

    III
    Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
    And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
    He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
    But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
    Bess, the landlord's daughter,
    Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

    IV
    And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
    Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
    His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
    But he loved the landlord's daughter,
    The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
    Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-

    V
    "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
    But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
    Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
    Then look for me by moonlight,
    Watch for me by moonlight,
    I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

    VI
    He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
    But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
    As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
    And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
    (Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
    Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.

    Part Two
    I
    He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
    And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
    When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
    A red-coat troop came marching-
    Marching-marching-
    King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

    II
    They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
    But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
    Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
    There was death at every window;
    And hell at one dark window;
    For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

    III
    They had tied her up to attention, with many a s******ing jest;
    They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
    "Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
    She heard the dead man say-
    Look for me by moonlight;
    Watch for me by moonlight;
    I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

    IV
    She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
    She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
    They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like
    years,
    Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
    Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
    The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

    V
    The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
    Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
    She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
    For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
    Blank and bare in the moonlight;
    And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain.

    VI
    Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs
    ringing clear;
    Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did
    not hear?
    Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
    The highwayman came riding,
    Riding, riding!
    The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up strait and still!

    VII
    Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night
    !
    Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
    Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
    Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
    Her musket shattered the moonlight,
    Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

    VIII
    He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
    Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
    Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
    How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
    The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
    Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

    IX
    Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
    With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
    Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
    When they shot him down on the highway,
    Down like a dog on the highway,
    And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

    X
    And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
    When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
    When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
    A highwayman comes riding-
    Riding-riding-
    A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

    XI
    Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
    And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
    He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
    But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
    Bess, the landlord's daughter,
    Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

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    .................. mine's pretty damn long........ but it's the Great American Smokeoff by Shel Silverstein.

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    i the highwayman in a book i had when i was little, i love it, i used to make my dad read it to me all the time, i havent heard it in years.

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    Anyone ever read Ogden Nash's "Tale of Custard the Daragon"? That's my all time fave, but it's like 20 miles long.
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