When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
The little one gather around me,
To bid me good-night and be kissed;
On, the little white arms that encircle
My neck in their tender embrace
Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my face.
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A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.
A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender read more
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words;
Which things are corals to cut life upon,
Although such trifles.
In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and
great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and read more
In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and
great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be
comforted, because they are not.
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.
A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the
heaviness of his mother.
My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume read more
My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio
doemonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call read more
[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio
doemonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call
changelings.
Teach your child to hold his tongue,
He'll learn fast enough to speak.
Teach your child to hold his tongue,
He'll learn fast enough to speak.
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life read more
We plan our lives according to a dream that came to us in our childhood, and we find that life alters our plans. And yet, at the end, from a rare height, we also see that our dream was our fate. It's just that providence had other ideas as to how we would get there. Destiny plans a different route, or turns the dream around, as if it were a riddle, and fulfills the dream in ways we couldn't have expected.
