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They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise; His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses, His glory still gleams in their
eyes; Those truants from home and from Heaven
They have made me more manly and mild; And I know now how Jesus could liken
The kingdom of God to a child.
When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed, The little ones gather around me,
To bid me good-night and be kissed;
My neck in their tender embrace
Shedding sunshine of love on my face.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow. GEORGE ELIOT--Mill on the Floss. Bk. I.
Another tumble! that's his precious nose!
HooD-Parental Ode to My Son.
17 Oh, when I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy.
My mates were blithe and kind!
To cast a look behind!
Children, ay, forsooth, They bring their own love with them when they
JEAN INGELOW-Supper at the Mill.
Let nothing foul to either eye or ear reach those doors within which dwells a boy. JUVENAL-Satires. XIV. 44.
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe
Into a sea of dew.
Les enfants n'ont ni passé ni avenir; et, ce qui ne nous arrive guère, ils jouissent du présent.
Children have neither past nor future; and that which seldom happens to us, they rejoice in the present. LA BRUYÈRE-Les Caractères. XI.
Mais un fripon d'enfant (cet âge est sans pitié).
But a rascal of a child (that age is without pity). LA FONTAINE–Fables. IX. 2.
By sports like these are all their cares beguild, The sports of children satisfy the child.
GOLDSMITH-The Traveller. L. 153.
The little victims play;
Nor care beyond to-day.
A babe is fed with milk and praise. LAMB—The First Tooth. In Poetry for Children by CHARLES and Mary LAMB.
(See also SHELLEY)
There was a little girl,
TUCKER-MACHETTA—Home Life of Longfel-
Ah, il n'y a plus d'enfant.
Ah, there are no children nowadays. MOLIÈRE—Le Malade Imaginaire. II. 2. Parentes objurgatione digni sunt, qui nolunt liberos suos severa lege proficere.
Parents deserve reproof when they refuse to benefit their children by severe discipline. PETRONIUS ARBITER—Satyricon. IV.
PLUTARCH-Life of Themistocles.
POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. II. L. 275.
A wise son maketh a glad father.
Proverbs. X. 1.
Ah! what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
Worse than the dark before.
Prospect of Flowers.
MASEFIELD-Everlasting Mercy. St. 27.
Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not depart from it.
Proverbs. XXII. 6.
Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
Proverbs. XXXI. 29.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them.
Psalms. CXXVII. 5. 20
Thy children like olive plants round about thy table.
Psalms. CXXVIII. 3.
And he who gives a child a treat
MASEFIELD-Everlasting Mercy. St. 50.
There is nothing more to say,
Edwin A. ROBINSON—The House on the Hill. Pointing to such, well might Cornelia say, When the rich casket shone in bright array, “These are my Jewels!” Well of such as he, When Jesus spake, well might the language be, “Suffer these little ones to come to me!”
SAMUEL ROGERS—Human Life.. L. 202.
Childhood is the sleep of reason.
24 Glücklicher Säugling! dir ist ein unendlicher
Raum noch die Wiege, Werde Mann, und dir wird eng die unendliche
Happy child! the cradle is still to thee a vast space; but when thou art a man the boundless world will be too small for thee. SCHILLER—Das Kind in der Wiege.
Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.
Matthew. II. 18; Jeremiah. XXXI. 15. Ay, these young things lie safe in our hearts just
so long As their wings are in growing; and when these
are strong They break it, and farewell! the bird flies! OWEN MEREDITH (Lord Lytton)-Lucile.
Canto VI. Pt. II. St. 29. 10 The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day. MILTON—Paradise Regained. Bk. IV. L. 220.
(See also WORDSWORTH) As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore.
MILTON— Paradise Regained. Bk. IV. L. 330.
And children know, Instinctive taught, the friend and foe.
SCOTT-Lady of the Lake. Canto II. St. 14.
We have no such daughter, nor shall ever see That face of her again. Therefore begone Without our grace, our love, our benizon.
King Lear. Act I, Sc. 1. L. 266.
Fathers that wear rags
Do make their children blind;
Shall see their children kind.
Children are the keys of Paradise,
R. H. STODDARD- The Children's Prayer. “Not a child: I call myself a boy,"
Says my king, with accent stern yet mild; Now nine years
have brought him change of joy~ “Not a child.” SWINBURNE—Not a Child. St. 1.
17 But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me. BAYARD TAYLOR—The Poet's Journal. Third
It is a wise father that knows his own child. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 80.
Oh, 'tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable; He's all the mother's from the top to toe.
Richard III. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 154.
Behold, my lords, Although the print be little, the whole matter And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip, The trick of’s frown, his forehead, nay, the valley, The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek; his
smiles; The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger.
Winter's Tale. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 98.
Nam qui mentiri, aut fallere insuerit patrem, aut
For he who has acquired the habit of lying or deceiving his father, will do the same with less remorse to others. I believe that it is better to bind your children to you by a feeling of respect, and by gentleness, than by fear.
TERENCE-Adelphi. 1. 1. 30. Ut quisque suum vult esse, ita est.
As each one wishes his children to be, so they are. TERENCE-Adelphi. III. 3. 46.
A little child born yesterday
(See also LAMB)
The world is full of meat and drink
In every Christian kind of place.
Birds in their little nests agree:
ISAAC WATTS-Divine Songs. XVII.
In winter I get up at night
In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
ISAAC WATTS-Against Idleness. Oh, for boyhood's time of June, Crowding years in one brief moon, When all
things I heard or saw, Me, their master, waited for.
WHITTIER—The Barefoot Boy. St. 3. The sweetest roamer is a boy's young heart.
GEORGE E. WOODBERRY-Agathon.
24 The child is father of the man.
WORDSWORTH--My Heart Leaps Up. (See also MILTON; also DRYDEN under MAN)
The difficulty in life is the choice.
Or fight or fly,
POPE-Homer's Odyssey. Bk. XXII. L. 79.
Of harmes two the less is for to chose. CHAUCER—Troilus and Criseyde. Bk. II. L. 470.
(See also quotations under Evil) What voice did on my spirit fall
, Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost? "Tis better to have fought and lost Than never to have fought at all!
ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH-Peschiera. 9
(See also TENNYSON under LOVE) Life often presents us with a choice of evils, rather than of goods.
C. C. COLTON-Lacon. P. 362.
Devine, si tu peux, et choisis, si tu l'oses.
Guess, if you can, and choose, if you dare.
The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice. GEORGE ELIOT—Daniel Deronda. Bk. VI.
Which of them shall I take?
King Lear. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 57.
Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9. L. 31.
God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose.
13 Betwixt the devil and the deep sea. ERASMUS-Adagia. Ch. III. Cent. IV. 94.
Quoted from the Greek. Proverb in HazLITT-English Proverbs. CLARKE–Paræmiologia. (1639) Said by Col. MONROE—Expedition and Observations. Pt. III. P. 55.
(Ed. 1637) 14 Inter sacrum et sazim.
Between the victim and the stone knife. ERASMUS—Letter to Pirkheimer. PLAUTUS
Captivi. 3. 4. 84. Also said by APPULEIUS.
“Thy royal will be done 'tis just,” Replied the wretch, and kissed the dust;
Since, my last moments to assuage,
I'll die, so please you, of old age.”
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Fra Lippo, we have learned from thee Cathay.
A lesson of humanity: TENNYSON—Locksley Hall. St. 92.
To every mother's heart forlorn,
In every house the Christ is born. When to elect there is but one,
R. W. GILDER-A Madonna of Fra Lippo 'Tis Hobson's Choice; take that or none.
In darkness there is no choice. It is light plained in Spectator. No. 509.)
that enables us to see the differences between things; and it is Christ that gives us light.
J. C. AND A. W. HARE-Guesses at Truth. 3
Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn;
12 So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Who did leave His Father's throne, Have glimpses that would make me less for To assume thy flesh and bone? lorn;
Had He life, or had He none? Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
If he had not liv'd for thee, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Thou hadst died most wretchedly WORDSWORTH---Miscellaneous Sonnets. Pt. I.
And two deaths had been thy fee. Sonnet XXXIII.
HERBERT—The Church. Business. (See also MOORE under CHRISTIANITY; HOLMES under Music)
Thou hast conquered, O Galilæan. A strange alternative *
Attributed to JULIAN the APOSTATE. MONMust women have a doctor or a dance?
TAIGNE — Essays. Bk. II. Ch. XIX. YOUNG–Love of Fame. Satire V. L. 189. Claim dismissed by German and French
scholars. EMPEROR JUSTINIAN at the dediCHRIST
cation of the Cathedral of St. Sophia, built
on the plan of the Temple of Jerusalem, There is a green hill far away,
said: “I have vanquished thee, O Solomon.” Without a city wall,
(See also SWINBURNE) Where the dear Lord was crucified Who died to save us all.
All His glory and beauty come from within, CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER—There is a and there He delights to dwell, His visits there Green Hill.
are frequent, His conversation sweet, His com
forts refreshing; and His peace passing all underHail, O bleeding Head and wounded,
standing. With a crown of thorns surrounded,
THOMAS À KEMPIS—Imitation of Christ. Bk. Buffeted, and bruised and battered,
II. Ch. I. Dibdin's trans.
Into the woods, my Master went,
Clean forspent, forspent. Marred by fouling stains and homely,
Into the woods my Master came, Changed as to its blooming color,
Forspent with love and shame. All now turned to deathly pallor,
But the olives they were not blind to Him, Making heavenly hosts affeared!
The little gray leaves were kind to Him: ST. BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX-Passion Hymn. The thorn-tree had a mind to Him, ABRAHAM COLES' trans.
When into the woods He came. 7
SIDNEY LANIER—A Ballad of Trees and the In every pang that rends the heart
Master. The Man of Sorrows had a part. MICHAEL BRUCE Gospel Sonnets. Christ As God never gave man a thing to do concerning
cended. Attributed to JOHN LOGAN, who which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son issued the poems with emendations of his of God would have done it.
GEORGE MACDONALD—The Marquis of Lossie. "Every pang that rends the heart."
Vol. II. Ch. XVII. See also GOLDSMITH—The Captivity.
The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air 8
Lovely was the death have nests; but the Son of Man hath not where to Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power, lay his head. He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed Matthew. VIII. 20. Manifest Godhead.
18 COLERIDGE–Religious Musings. L. 29. The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.
MILTON—Lycidas. L. 109. A pagan heart, a Christian soul had he.
19 He followed Christ, yet for dead Pan he sighed, Near, so very near to God, As if Theocritus in Sicily
Nearer I cannot be; Had come upon the Figure crucified,
For in the person of his Son And lost his gods in deep, Christ-given rest.
I am as near as he. MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN—Maurice de Guerin. CATESBY PAGET-Hymn.