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“I am like a child who awakes At the light, so safe and secureFree from night's fears when dawn breaks, In Thee I am ever secure.”

Children God Light Night Break Safe Secure Thee Dawn

Author:Rainer Maria Rilke

“The faint old man shall lean his silver head To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep, And dry the moistened curls that overspread His temples, while his breathing grows more deep.”

Men Feels Children Grows Wind Kissing Thee Breathing Dry Temples Silver Old Man Curls

Author:Bear Bryant

“If thou desire to see thy child virtuous, let him not see his father's vices: thou canst not rebuke that in them, that they behold practised in thee; till reason be ripe, examples direct more than precepts: such as thy behaviour is before thy children's faces, such commonly is theirs behind their parents' backs.”

Ifs Children Reason Faces Desire Father Parent Behinds Example Direct Vices Thee Virtuous Behaviour Ripe Rebuke

Author:Francis Quarles

“So, then, Oxford Street, stonyhearted stepmother, thou that listenest to the sighs of orphans, and drinkest the tears of children, at length I was dismissed from thee.”

Children Streets Tears Thee Length Sigh Orphan Oxford Stepmothers Oxford Street

Author:Thomas de Quincey

“Go little book, thy self present, As child whose parent is unkent: To him that is the president Of noblesse and of chivalry, And if that Envy bark at thee, As sure it will, for succour flee.”

Ifs Children Littles Book Self Parent President Envy Thee Bark Chivalry

Author:Edmund Spenser

“Though I be shut in darkness, and become insentient dust blown idly here and there, I count oblivion a scant price to pay for having once had held against my lip life's brimming cup of hydromel and rue--for having once known woman's holy love and a child's kiss, and for a little space been boon companion to the Day and Night, Fed on the odors of the summer dawn, and folded in the beauty of the stars. Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay, and serve the potter as he turns his wheel, I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears!”

Source: The Works of Thomas Bailey Aldrich: Poems

“Father, show me how to praise Thee When I seek Thy courts to-day; Guide me by Thy love, and raise me -- Let me feel the words I say. Bless me on this hallowed morning, Bid my soul to Thee draw near; Teach me, and my heart shall listen -- Speak, Lord, and Thy child shall hear.”

Feels Heart Children Soul Shows Father Speak Lord Teach Morning My Heart Draws Let Me Praise Raises Court Guides My Soul Thee Bless Show Me Guide Me

Author:Sarah Doudney

“When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.”

Men Children Littles Made Understanding Rooms Understood Strikes Wit Thee Verses Reckoning

Book:As you like it. All's well that ends well

Source: As you like it. All's well that ends well

“Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress. Act a charity sometimes. When a poor creature (outwardly and visibly such) comes before thee, do not stay to inquire whether the "seven small children," in whose name he implores thy assistance, have a veritable existence. Rake not into the bowels of unwelcome truth, to save a halfpenny. It is good to believe him.”

Believe Children Sometimes Names Poor Existence Creatures Charity Seven Thee Strings Distress Assistance Purses Small Child Unwelcome Bowels Rakes

Book:The Essays of Elia

Source: The Essays of Elia

“Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child; Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to thee.”

Looks Children Littles Suffering Jesus Simplicity Pity Thee Gentle Look Up Meek

Author:Charles Wesley

“Eternity.Thy name Or glad, or fearful, we pronounce, as thoughts Wandering in darkness shape thee. Thou strange being, Which art and must be, yet which contradict'st All sense, all reasoning,thou, who never wast Less than thyself, and who still art thyself Entire, though the deep draught which Time has taken Equals thy present storeNo line can reach To thy unfathomed depths. The reasoning sage Who can dissect a sunbeam, count the stars, And measure distant worlds, is here a child, And, humbled, drops his calculating pen.”

Source: The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld: In Two Volumes