Quotes by Jane Wilde

My country, wounded to the heart, could I but flash along thy soul, electric power to rive apart, the thunder-clouds that round thee roll, and, by my burning words, uplift, thy life from out Death's icy drift, till the full splendors of our age, shone round thee for thy heritage.

Tis midnight, falls the lamp-light dull and sickly, on a pale and anxious crowd, through the court, and round the judges, thronging thickly, with prayers none dare to speak aloud. Two youths, two noble youths, stand prisoners at the bar- You can see them through the gloom- In pride of life and manhood's beauty, there they are awaiting their death doom.

We have now traced the history of women from Paradise to the nineteenth century and have heard nothing through the long roll of the ages but the clank of their fetters.