| Home » Love » Poetry |
Felix Holt, the Radical
Why, there are maidens of heroic touch And yet they seem like things of gossamer You'd pinch the life out of, as out of moths. O, it is not fond tones and mouthingness, 'Tis not the arms akimbo and large strides, That makes a woman's force. The tiniest birds, With softest downy breasts, have passion in them, And are brave with love. George Eliot (1819-80) Related Articles: First Love From Blossoms Go, Lovely Rose Habitation Heart, We Will Forget Him He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven I carry your heart with me I Held a Jewel  To our knowledge this poem is in the public domain. If you believe we have infringed any copyright laws please contact us and the offending material will be removed immediately.  The poetry on this site is for entertainment purposes only. See Full Disclaimer for more information. |
