English poem
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by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
"Revenge! Oh, heaven, let some one rise, Some woman, since revenge is small,-- Who shall not care about its size, If only she can get it all, For those black lies!
"Poor Adam is too good and great, I felt it, though he said so little-- To hate his foes, as I can hate-- And pay them every jot, and tittle, At their own rate.
"For was there none but I to blame? God knows that if, instead of me, There had been any other she, She would have done the same,