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Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, read more
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the read more
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well/
My mother.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also,
and he praiseth her.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also,
and he praiseth her.
A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the read more
A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot
When a woman is twenty, a child deforms her; when she is thirty, he preserves her; and when forty, he read more
When a woman is twenty, a child deforms her; when she is thirty, he preserves her; and when forty, he makes her young again.
And Adam called his wife's name Eve; because she was the mother
of all living.
And Adam called his wife's name Eve; because she was the mother
of all living.
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all read more
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.
The one point on which all women are in furious secret rebellion
against the existing law is the saddling read more
The one point on which all women are in furious secret rebellion
against the existing law is the saddling of the right to a child
with the obligation to become the servant of a man.
The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
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The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.