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She Walks in Beauty_ A Woman's Journey Through Poems - Caroline Kennedy [18]

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cause to approve

The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek

Such proof, conclude, they then begin to fail.

To whom soon moved with touch of blame thus Eve.

What words have passed thy lips, Adam severe,

Imput’st thou that to my default, or will

Of wand’ring, as thou call’st it, which who knows

But might as ill have happened thou being by,

Or to thyself perhaps: hadst thou been there,

Or here th’ attempt, thou couldst not have discerned

Fraud in the serpent, speaking as he spake;

No ground of enmity between us known,

Why he should mean me ill, or seek to harm.

Was I to have never parted from thy side?

As good have grown there still a lifeless rib.

Being as I am, why didst not thou the head

Command me absolutely not to go,

Going into such danger as thou saidst?

Too facile then thou didst not much gainsay,

Nay, didst permit, approve, and fair dismiss.

Hadst thou been firm and fixed in thy dissent,

Neither had I transgressed, nor thou with me.

To whom then first incensed Adam replied.

Is this the love, is this the recompense

Of mine to thee, ingrateful Eve, expressed

Immutable when thou wert lost, not I,

Who might have lived and joyed immortal bliss,

Yet willingly chose rather death with thee:

And am I now upbraided, as the cause

Of thy transgressing? not enough severe,

It seems, in thy restraint: what could I more?

I warned thee, I admonished thee, foretold

The danger, and the lurking Enemy

That lay in wait; beyond this had been force,

And force upon free will hath here no place.

But confidence then bore thee on, secure

Either to meet no danger, or to find

Matter of glorious trial, and perhaps

I also erred in overmuch admiring

What seemed in thee so perfect, that I thought

No evil durst attempt thee, but I rue

That error now, which is become my crime,

And thou th’ accuser. Thus it shall befall

Him who to worth in women overtrusting

Lets her will rule; restraint she will not brook,

And left to herself, if evil thence ensue,

She first his weak indulgence will accuse.

Thus they in mutual accusation spent

The fruitless hours, but neither self-condemning,

And of their vain contést appeared no end.

The Good Wife


PROVERBS 31:10–31

Who can find a virtuous woman?

For her price is far above rubies.


The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her,

So that he shall have no need of spoil.


She will do him good and not evil

All the days of her life.


She seeketh wool and flax,

And worketh willingly with her hands.


She is like the merchants’ ships;

She bringeth her food from afar.


She riseth also while it is yet night,

And giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.


She considereth a field, and buyeth it:

With the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.


She girdeth her loins with strength,

And strengtheneth her arms.


She perceiveth that her merchandise is good:

Her candle goeth not out by night.


She layeth her hands to the spindle,

And her hands hold the distaff.


She stretcheth out her hand to the poor;

Yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.


She is not afraid of the snow for her household:

For all her household are clothed with scarlet.


She maketh herself coverings of tapestry;

Her clothing is silk and purple.


Her husband is known in the gates,

When he sitteth among the elders of the land.


She maketh fine linen, and selleth it;

And delivereth girdles unto the merchant.


Strength and honor are her clothing;

And she shall rejoice in time to come.


She openeth her mouth with wisdom;

And in her tongue is the law of kindness.


She looketh well to the ways of her household,

And eateth not the bread of idleness.


Her children arise up, and call her blessed;

Her husband also, and he praiseth her:


“Many daughters have done virtuously,

But thou excellest them all.”


Favor is deceitful, and beauty is vain:

But a woman that feareth the Lord,

She shall be praised.


Give her of the fruit of her hands;

and let her own works praise her in the gates.

My Last Duchess


ROBERT BROWNING

Ferrara:

That’s my

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