Restore me to my rights; Cast off they paramour; I am not now The pliant girl, whose easy, yielding heart You moulded to your will. The slave of man, Too long consigned to tyranny and wrong, I know the value of the power I hold; And, taught a better lesson, will return The evil I … Continue reading “I will proclaim my sorrows to the world, / And force thee to an act of justice.” Emma Roberts, Oriental Scenes (Calcutta, 1830)