"Mother" in Verse and Prose: A Book of RemembranceRobert Haven Schauffler Moffat, Yard, 1916 - 343 pagini |
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... Happy " Little Mothers . Matres Dolorosae Maternity " Mother " The Baby The Mother in Drama The Happy Hour . Eugene Field on Motherhood Mother's Love . Quotations . Transfiguration The Mother in Fiction The Mother's Hymn . Henry Coyle ...
... Happy " Little Mothers . Matres Dolorosae Maternity " Mother " The Baby The Mother in Drama The Happy Hour . Eugene Field on Motherhood Mother's Love . Quotations . Transfiguration The Mother in Fiction The Mother's Hymn . Henry Coyle ...
Pagina 10
... and Ethel Rogers . Katharine McDowell Rice 338 Thomas Bulfinch Happy Ending in Real Life Otto McFeely • 342 · 346 The Mother • Robert Haven Schauffler . 350 ILLUSTRATIONS SISTINE MADONNA ( Raphael ) . REPOSE IN EGYPT CONTENTS.
... and Ethel Rogers . Katharine McDowell Rice 338 Thomas Bulfinch Happy Ending in Real Life Otto McFeely • 342 · 346 The Mother • Robert Haven Schauffler . 350 ILLUSTRATIONS SISTINE MADONNA ( Raphael ) . REPOSE IN EGYPT CONTENTS.
Pagina 32
... HAPPY " BY HENRY COYLE " She made home happy ! " these few words I read Within a churchyard , written on a stone ; No name , no date , the simple words alone , Told me the story of the unknown dead . A marble column lifted high its head ...
... HAPPY " BY HENRY COYLE " She made home happy ! " these few words I read Within a churchyard , written on a stone ; No name , no date , the simple words alone , Told me the story of the unknown dead . A marble column lifted high its head ...
Pagina 53
... HAPPY HOUR BY MARY FRANCES BUTTS The busy day is over , The household work is done ; The cares that fret the morning Have faded with the sun ; And in the tender twilight , I sit in happy rest , With my precious rosy baby Asleep upon my ...
... HAPPY HOUR BY MARY FRANCES BUTTS The busy day is over , The household work is done ; The cares that fret the morning Have faded with the sun ; And in the tender twilight , I sit in happy rest , With my precious rosy baby Asleep upon my ...
Pagina 63
... happy thought She lived again , - brave , beautiful , and young . Age , pain , and sorrow dropped the veils they wore And showed the tender eyes Of angels in disguise , Whose discipline so patiently she bore . The past years brought ...
... happy thought She lived again , - brave , beautiful , and young . Age , pain , and sorrow dropped the veils they wore And showed the tender eyes Of angels in disguise , Whose discipline so patiently she bore . The past years brought ...
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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
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 21 - All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother — blessings on her memory!
Pagina 114 - Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 17 - Then the king answered and said, Give her the living child, and in no wise slay it: she is the mother thereof.