Who is Mary Wollstonecraft

Mary Wollstonecraft (, also UK: ; 27 April 1759 – 10 September 1797) was a British writer, philosopher, and advocate of women's rights Until the late 20th century, Wollstonecraft's life, which encompassed several unconventional personal relationships at the time, received more attention than her writing. Today Wollstonecraft is regarded as one of the founding feminist philosophers, and feminists often cite both her life and her works as important influences.During her brief career, she wrote novels, treatises, a travel narrative, a history of the French Revolution, a conduct book, and a children's book. Wollstonecraft is best known for A Vindication of the Rights of Woman (1792), in which she argues that women are not naturally inferior to men, but appear to be only because they lack edu...
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Zoibug75: “the beginning is always today.” – mary wollstonecraft shelley
Mr_frazierky: “nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.” ― mary wollstonecraft shelley, frankenstein
Chrisbrooke: "if ever there was a book calculated to make a man in love with its author", william godwin wrote of mary wollstonecraft's "a short residence in sweden, norway and denmark", "this appears to me to be the book".
Mr_frazierky: “the world to me was a secret, which i desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.” ― mary wollstonecraft shelley, frankenstein
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Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
 by John Keats

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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