<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Babyhood - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://www.maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest--  But middle age by no fond wile, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3638]]></link><description><![CDATA[Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest--  But middle age by no fond wile,   No soothing calm is blest.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3638</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Suck, baby! suck! mother's love grows by giving: Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting!  Black manhood ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3639]]></link><description><![CDATA[Suck, baby! suck! mother's love grows by giving: Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting!  Black manhood comes when riotous guilty living   Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3639</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The hair she means to have is gold, Her eyes are blue, she's twelve weeks old,  Plump are her ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3640]]></link><description><![CDATA[The hair she means to have is gold, Her eyes are blue, she's twelve weeks old,  Plump are her fists and pinky.   She fluttered down in lucky hour    From some blue deep in yon sky bower--     I call her "Little Dinky."]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3640</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A tight little bundle of wailing and flannel, Perplex'd with the newly found fardel of life. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3641]]></link><description><![CDATA[A tight little bundle of wailing and flannel, Perplex'd with the newly found fardel of life.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3641</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[O child! O new-born denizen Of life's great city! on thy head  The glory of morn is shed,  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3642]]></link><description><![CDATA[O child! O new-born denizen Of life's great city! on thy head  The glory of morn is shed,   Like a celestial benison!    Here at the portal thou dost stand,     And with thy little hand      Thou openest the mysterious gate       Into the future's undiscovered land.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3642</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3643]]></link><description><![CDATA[A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3643</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Her beads while she numbered, The baby still slumbered,  And smile in her face, as she bended her knee; ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3644]]></link><description><![CDATA[Her beads while she numbered, The baby still slumbered,  And smile in her face, as she bended her knee;   Oh! bless'd be that warning,    My child, thy sleep adorning,     For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3644</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He seemed a cherub who had lost his way And wandered hither, so his stay  With us was short, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3645]]></link><description><![CDATA[He seemed a cherub who had lost his way And wandered hither, so his stay  With us was short, and 'twas most meet,   That he should be no delver in earth's clod,    Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet     To stand before his God:      O blest word--Evermore!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3645</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Have you not heard the poets tell How came the dainty Baby Bell  Into this world of ours? ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3621]]></link><description><![CDATA[Have you not heard the poets tell How came the dainty Baby Bell  Into this world of ours?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3621</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Oh those little, those little blue shoes! Those shoes that no little feet use.  Oh, the price were high ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3622]]></link><description><![CDATA[Oh those little, those little blue shoes! Those shoes that no little feet use.  Oh, the price were high   That those shoes would buy,    Those little blue unused shoes!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3622</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3623]]></link><description><![CDATA[Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3623</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Rock-bye-baby on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock.  When the bough bends the cradle ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3624]]></link><description><![CDATA[Rock-bye-baby on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock.  When the bough bends the cradle will fall,   Down comes the baby, cradle and all.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3624</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace,  Secret joys and secret smiles,   Little pretty ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3625]]></link><description><![CDATA[Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace,  Secret joys and secret smiles,   Little pretty infant wiles.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3625</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Look! how he laughs and stretches out his arms, And opens wide his blue eyes upon thine,  To hail ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3626]]></link><description><![CDATA[Look! how he laughs and stretches out his arms, And opens wide his blue eyes upon thine,  To hail his father; while his little form   Flutters as winged with joy. Talk not of pain!    The childless cherubs well might envy thee     The pleasures of a parent.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3626</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He smiles, and sleeps!--sleep on And smile, thou little, young inheritor  Of a world scarce less young: sleep on ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3627]]></link><description><![CDATA[He smiles, and sleeps!--sleep on And smile, thou little, young inheritor  Of a world scarce less young: sleep on and smile!   Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering    And innocent!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3627</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[How lovely he appears! his little cheeks In their pure incarnation, vying with  The rose leaves strewn beneath them. ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3628]]></link><description><![CDATA[How lovely he appears! his little cheeks In their pure incarnation, vying with  The rose leaves strewn beneath them.   And his lips, too,    How beautifully parted! No; you shall not     Kiss him; at least not now; he will wake soon--      His hour of midday rest is nearly over.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3628</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[There came to port last Sunday night The queerest little craft,  Without an inch of rigging on;   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3629]]></link><description><![CDATA[There came to port last Sunday night The queerest little craft,  Without an inch of rigging on;   I looked and looked--and laughed.    It seemed so curious that she     Should cross the unknown water,      And moor herself within my room--       My daughter! O my daughter!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3629</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps; Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps;  She, while the lovely ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3630]]></link><description><![CDATA[Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps; Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps;  She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies,   Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3630</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[He is so little to be so large! Why, a train of cars, or a whale-back barge  Couldn't carry ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3631]]></link><description><![CDATA[He is so little to be so large! Why, a train of cars, or a whale-back barge  Couldn't carry the freight   Of the monstrous weight    Of all of his qualities, good and great.     And tho' one view is as good as another      Don't take my word for it. Ask his mother!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3631</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA["The hand that rocks the cradle"--but there is no such hand. It is bad to rock the baby, they would ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3632]]></link><description><![CDATA["The hand that rocks the cradle"--but there is no such hand. It is bad to rock the baby, they would have us understand;  So the cradle's but a relic of the former foolish days,   When mothers reared their children in unscientific ways;    When they jounced them and they bounced them, those poor dwarfs of long ago--     The Washingtons and Jeffersons, you know.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3632</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[When you fold your hands, Baby Louise! Your hands like a fairy's, so tiny and fair,  With a pretty, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3633]]></link><description><![CDATA[When you fold your hands, Baby Louise! Your hands like a fairy's, so tiny and fair,  With a pretty, innocent, saintlike air,   Are you trying to think of some angel-taught prayer    You learned above, Baby Louise.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3633</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3634]]></link><description><![CDATA[Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3634</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The morning that my baby came They found a baby swallow dead,  And saw a something hard to name ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3635]]></link><description><![CDATA[The morning that my baby came They found a baby swallow dead,  And saw a something hard to name   Fly mothlike over baby's bed.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3635</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[What is the little one thinking about? Very wonderful things, no doubt;  Unwritten history!   Unfathomed mystery!  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3636]]></link><description><![CDATA[What is the little one thinking about? Very wonderful things, no doubt;  Unwritten history!   Unfathomed mystery!    Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks,     And chuckles and crows, and nods and winks,      As if his head were as full of kinks       And curious riddles as any sphinx!   - Josiah Gilbert Holland (used pseudonym Timothy Titcomb),]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3636</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[When the baby dies, On every side  Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud.   The baby ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3637]]></link><description><![CDATA[When the baby dies, On every side  Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud.   The baby was not wrapped in any shroud.    The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed     That men's eyes might not see      Her misery.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/3637</guid></item></channel></rss>