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Came a morn 2 I stood upon the brink of twenty years, 3 And looked before and after, 1 as I stood 4 Woman and artist,—either incomplete, 5 Both credulous of completion. This verbena strains 43 The point of passionate fragrance; and hard by, 44 This guelder-rose, 3 at far too slight a beck 45 Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples. Large leaves, smooth leaves, 49 Serrated like my vines, and half as green. Yet my blush was flame, 65 As if from flax, not stone. The tide 69 Had caught me at my pastime, writing down 70 My foolish name too near upon the sea 6 71 Which drowned me with a blush as foolish.
The human race To you means, suchor such a man, You saw one morning waiting in the cold, Beside that gate, perhaps. You gather up A few such cases, and when strong sometimes Will write of factories and of slaves, as if Your father were a negro, and your son A spinner in the mills. Why, I call you hard To general suffering.
You cannot count, That you should weep for thisnot you! A red-haired child Sick in a fever, if you touch him once, Though but so little as with a finger-tip, Will set you weeping; but a million sick. Therefore, this same world Uncomprehended by you, must remain Uninfluenced by you. I am young, And peradventure weak—you tell me so— Through being a woman. And, for all the rest, Take thanks for justice. I would rather dance At fairs on tight-rope, 24 till the babies dropped Their gingerbread for joy,—than shift the sed For tolerable verse, intolerable To men who act and suffer.
Better far Pursue a frivolous trade by serious means, Than a sublime art frivolously.
We are young, Aurora, you and I. ELigh physic for this grief, In all the earth and heavens too? A death-heat is The same as life-heat, to be accurate, And in all nature is no death at all, As men of death, so long as God Stands witnessing for life perpetually, By being just God.
Observe,—it had not much Consoled the race of mastodons to know, Before they went to fossil, 26 that anon Their place would quicken with the elephant: They were not elephants but mastodons; And I, a man, as men are now and not As men may be hereafter, feel with men In the agonising present. Dear, my soul is gray With poring over the long sum of ill; So much for vice, so much for discontent, So much for the necessities of power, So much for the connivances of fear, Coherent in statistical despairs With such a total of distracted life.
The common blood That swings along my veins, is strong enough To draw me to this duty. Do you now turn round And ask for what a woman cannot give? If your sex is weak for art, And I who said so, did but honour you By using truth in courtship it is strong For life and duty.
Just so much; No more indeed at all. I have not seen So much love since, I pray you pardon me, As answers even to make a marriage with In this cold land of England. What you love, Is not a woman, Romney, but a cause: You want a helpmate, not a mistress, sir, A wife to help your ends,—in her no end!
Bless you both, I say. And was I so far wrong In wanfs and in illusion, when I took The woman to be nobler than the man, Yourself the noblest woman, in the Laady And comprehension of what love is,—love, That generates the likeness of itself Through all heroic duties? Women of a softer mood, Surprised by men when scarcely awake to life, Will sometimes only hear the first word, love, And catch up with it any kind of work, Indifferent, so that dear love go with it.
I Who love my art, would never wish it lower To suit my stature. He, His eyes, the motions in his silent mouth, Were fiery points on which my words were caught, Transfixed for ever in my memory For his sake, not their own.
And yet I know I did not love him. If he had loved, Ay, loved me, with that retributive face. Ah me, the vines That bear such fruit, are proud to stoop with it.
A potential love, forsooth! I could hear his heel Ring bluntly in the lane, as down he leapt The short way from us.
He never asked. Why, you child, God help you, you are groping in the dark, For all this sunlight.
You suppose, perhaps, That you, sole offspring of an opulent man, Are rich and free to choose a way to walk? Pray, Pray, child, albeit I know you love me not, As if you loved me, that I may not die! Legh
Men do not think Of sons and daughters, when they fall in love, So much more than of sisters; otherwise He would have paused Ladh ponder what he did, And shrunk before that clause Lay the entail Excluding offspring by a foreign wife, 43 The clause set up a hundred years ago By a Leigh who wedded a French dancing-girl And had his heart danced over in return ; But this man shrank at nothing, never thought Of you, Aurora, any more than me— Your mother must have been a Lsigh thing, For all the coarse Italian blacks and browns, To make a good man, which my brother was, Unchary of the duties to his house; But so it fell indeed.
We've taken a little bit of dramatic licence with Claudia. She's come up through the detective ranks but she's now a highly specialised criminal psychologist.
The homicide team do not always need a profiler, so she works elsewhere in the building and then comes in when the Lacy need a different angle on a case. She just comes in, does her job, then leaves.
She told the writer that if she had been on a morning shoot and was later asked about her lines, she would not be able to remember them. Claudia states that the man could have an impulse control problem or psychosis. She tells Simon that she will put a profile together for Leigu later on. She explains that Billy is a disturbed man, who perceives Bernice as the enemy.
He believes she was responsible for his brother's sacking and subsequent suicide, so he wants her to suffer too.
Claudia learns Duncan Freeman Aaron Pedersen has returned to full duties, after srx beaten almost to death by two criminals, and confronts his Sergeant Stanley Wolfe Shane Bourne about the decision. Stanley tells Claudia that he understands her reservations, but he feels it is the best way to proceed.
Later that day, Stanley explains that Duncan is going to be fine, but that Simon needs her help. Claudia talks with him and gets him to speak to a colleague about his issues. Claudia reprimands Wwnts Kingston Nadia Townsend when she upsets a victim involved in the sex-slave trade. However, they later get the victim talking and the case is solved. Claudia also advises the homicide squad on several cases, including; a murdered toddler who was last seen with two young boys, the deaths of a young couple at sea and a serial killer who has preyed on ten women over twelve years.
Claudia confronts Susan when she learns that she used her to manipulate Simon. Claudia later tells Simon that she believes he is suffering from vicarious syndrome. wajts
When a business woman is brutally raped and murdered, the homicide squad ask Claudia to out a profile together for their prime suspect, Daniel Worthington.
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