"Mother" in Verse and Prose: A Book of RemembranceRobert Haven Schauffler |
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... face fresh and beau- tiful still , I sit by the form in the coffin , I kiss and kiss convulsively again the sweet old lips , the cheeks , the closed eyes in the coffin ; ) To her , the ideal woman , practical , spiritual , of all of ...
... face fresh and beau- tiful still , I sit by the form in the coffin , I kiss and kiss convulsively again the sweet old lips , the cheeks , the closed eyes in the coffin ; ) To her , the ideal woman , practical , spiritual , of all of ...
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... face lay there ; that sound forlorn Continued ; I rose not , but long sat by : And now my heart oft hears that sad sea - shore , When she is in the far - off land , and I Wait the dark sail returning yet once more . * From " The ...
... face lay there ; that sound forlorn Continued ; I rose not , but long sat by : And now my heart oft hears that sad sea - shore , When she is in the far - off land , and I Wait the dark sail returning yet once more . * From " The ...
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... face no more she views ; Thy mother's lot , my dear , She doth in nought accuse ; Her lot to bear , to nurse , to rear , To love , and then to lose . LITTLE MOTHERS BY S. T. R. the father and mother To - day everything is being done for ...
... face no more she views ; Thy mother's lot , my dear , She doth in nought accuse ; Her lot to bear , to nurse , to rear , To love , and then to lose . LITTLE MOTHERS BY S. T. R. the father and mother To - day everything is being done for ...
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... face ! Oh , mother's love is glorifying , On the cheek like sunset lying ; In the eyes a moisten'd light , Softer than the moon at night ! QUOTATIONS Unhappy is the man for whom his own mother has not made all other mothers venerable ...
... face ! Oh , mother's love is glorifying , On the cheek like sunset lying ; In the eyes a moisten'd light , Softer than the moon at night ! QUOTATIONS Unhappy is the man for whom his own mother has not made all other mothers venerable ...
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... face of the world's condemnation , a mother still loves on , and still hopes that her child may turn from his evil ways , and repent ; still she remembers the infant smiles that once filled her bosom with rapture , the merry laugh , the ...
... face of the world's condemnation , a mother still loves on , and still hopes that her child may turn from his evil ways , and repent ; still she remembers the infant smiles that once filled her bosom with rapture , the merry laugh , the ...
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Admetus Andromache baby beautiful bird blessed breast breath brothers brow cheek child CHRISTINA G Clytemnestra cold Coriolanus dank and lone dark darling daughter dead dear death dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EUGENE FIELD Euripides eyes face fair father flowers fond Frances Willard gentle girl give grief hand happy hear heard heaven holy hope hour husband infant JEAN INGELOW kiss knew light lips living look MARY FRANCES BUTTS maternal Mother o'mine mother's heart mother's love motherhood nest never night Niobe numbers o'er pain PHOEBE CARY play prayer RABINDRANATH TAGORE rest rice-swamps dank ROBERT BRIDGES ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER rock shine sing sleep smile sold and gone song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tender thee thine things thou thought touch Valentine voice W. D. HOWELLS watch weep woman women words young youth
Popular passages
Page 18 - Now, when he came nigh to the gate of the city, behold, there was a dead man carried out, the only son of his mother, and she was a widow ; and much people of the city was with her.
Page 241 - It was.— Where thou art gone, Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown: May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Page 241 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! It answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu I But was it such ? — It was.
Page 61 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Page 18 - And when she could not longer hide him, she took for him an ark of bulrushes, and daubed it with slime and with pitch, and put the child therein ; and she laid it in the flags by the river's brink.
Page 238 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, 'Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Page 21 - All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother — blessings on her memory!
Page 114 - Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night!
Page 352 - ... the welfare of such child to remain at home, the court may enter an order finding such facts and fixing the amount of money necessary to enable the parent or parents to properly care for such child, and thereupon it shall be the duty of the County Board, through its County Agent or otherwise, to pay to such parent or parents, at such times as said order may designate, the amount so specified for the care of such dependent or neglected child until the further order of the court.
Page 17 - Then the king answered and said, Give her the living child, and in no wise slay it: she is the mother thereof.