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When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child,
I thought as a read more
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child,
I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away
childish things.
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
'Tis not a life,
'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.
The children in Holland take pleasure in making
What the children in England take pleasure in breaking.
The children in Holland take pleasure in making
What the children in England take pleasure in breaking.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd,
The sports of children satisfy the child.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd,
The sports of children satisfy the child.
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.
What is a normal childhood? We weren't rich, we were pretty middle-class. My dad survived from job to job; with read more
What is a normal childhood? We weren't rich, we were pretty middle-class. My dad survived from job to job; with him taking care of so many relatives, he couldn't save any money.
Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As read more
Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the
youth.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall
not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the
gate.
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.
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are read more
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers,
And that cannot stop their tears.