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A tribute to mothers
Robert curran
man Feel weary and small If it weren't for mothers, we wouldn't be able To do anything atRate it:

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Down To The Mothers
Charles Kingsley
on the peaks of Ionian mountains. Down to the mothers, as Faust went, I go, to the roots of our manRate it:

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Mothers
Nikhil Parekh
above mentioned were rare cases of callous mothers, the premonitions i held for my mother were simRate it:

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Mothers and Fathers-definitions
Deborrah Ann Stenberg
Mothers Magically gifted Obviously ultimate Teachers for a lifetime Helpful always Energetic spiritually Remembered forever Saints as blessings on...Rate it:

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A Lakota Mothers Prayer
Kurt Philip Behm
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An Aboriginal Mothers's Lament
Charles Harpur
An Aboriginal Mother’s Lament Charles Harpur ------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- [About the year...Rate it:

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Spartan Mothers
Alfred Austin
``One more embrace! Then, o'er the main, And nobly play the soldier's part!'' Thus sounds, amid the martial strain, The Spartan Mother's patriot he...Rate it:

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THE PESSIMIST (FOUND IN MY LATE MOTHERS STUFF)
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
THIS CRAZY, DISAPPOINTING WORLD KEEPS GETTING IN MY HAIR : IMAGINE! GROPING ALL THESE YEARS FOR JOYS THAT JUST AIN'T THERE ! DISAPPOINTMENTS, RIGH...Rate it:

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Hymne Des Transportés (Hymn Of The Transported)
Victor Marie Hugo
our cottages; Winds passing,—on weary knees Mothers, sisters, weep there day and night! Winds, tellRate it:

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The Crown Of Life
Edith Nesbit
against me pressed-- Thus, Mother of God, are mothers blessed! His little head upon my arm, HisRate it:

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The Fisherman of Wexford
John Boyle O'Reilly
grating sound? The boats' keels on the shingle! Mothers! wives! ye well may grieve,— The fishermeRate it:

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The Little Homes
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
smiles and cheers; Pride of wives and pride of mothers, Choking back the tears! Women of the littlRate it:

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The Native Born
Rudyard Kipling
Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our English brother, (BRate it:

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Give Me That Old Time Religion
Anonymous Americas
it's good enough for me. It was good for our mothers. It was good for our mothers. It was good forRate it:

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Before the War
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
the talkin' eased 'er load 'uv care, I thinks uv mothers, 'ere and everywhere, Smilin' a bit while Rate it:

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Meetings
Katharine Tynan
As up and down I fare by road and street The mothers of our men-at-arms I meet Who die for mine and me, That we go safe and free, Sit in the sun...Rate it:

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The Burning of the Steamer City of Montreal
William Topaz McGonagall
bell rang out, oh! what a pitiful sight; To see mothers and their children crying, was most heartreRate it:

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The Great Yellow River Inundation in China
William Topaz McGonagall
oh! horror and dismay; 'Twas then fathers and mothers leaped from their beds without delay, And somRate it:

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WIKI WIKI BREACH
Hubbs
gain their strength Through nurturing from their mothers breast Nurturing mothers of sweet rich prRate it:

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WAR LAUDS
Hubbs
bond between sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers? Tribe of born warriors Braves that have alreadRate it:

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A child said, What is the grass?
Walt Whitman
is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers, Darker than the colorless beards of old meRate it:

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A Baby Born
Kurt Philip Behm
version) Science wants to father —what nature mothers best (long version) Atoms in the void, voRate it:

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A Curse for Kings
Vachel Lindsay
burn in utmost hell a million years! --Mothers of men go on the destined wrack To give them life, wRate it:

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A Sketch
George Gordon Lord Byron
rules the circle which she served before. If mothers--none know why--before her quake; If daughterRate it:

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As Ireland Wore the Green
Henry Lawson
that beset true-hearted pioneers; And our brave mothers journeyed there to do the work of men On thRate it:

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