Quotes about infant, page 10
Crime
It must be midnight; no idea
Anyhow the darkness is horrible
And not a single star remains in the sky.
An infant's cry very loud; non stop
Deaf father still not sleep and mother is dead already
Nobody knows.
There isn't a single meal in her stomach.
Infant's cry continues.
A retired and a senile magistrate who never sleeps lives at the next door raided the cottage.
Does he strangle the child?
*I dedicate this poem to street children of the World who doesn't have an identity.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Lines To Helen
A NEW-BORN INFANT, 1821.
She lives-that first pulsation of the heart
Is life!-receive, dear babe, thy destin'd part;
Yet frail thy being as the op'ning rose
When chill the rude wind blows.
But ah, be like the blossom of the vale,
Lov'd infant, shelter'd from the mountain gale;
On whose meek head descend no ruffling showers,
Who lives the span of flowers.
And far from thee may sorrow's tempest bend,
Nor ever wasting pangs the bosom rend;
Calm be thy day of life, and o'er its bloom
May evening mildly come!
poem by Helen Maria Williams
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In House Joke Man
IN HOUSE JOKE MAN
AP toasts, hosts, verse free from fee,
no tyrant rhyme rules most on site,
Oh! I rant boast's writ's point can't see
will one respond wit[h] second sight?
8 June 2008 Parody A. E. HOUSMAN - see quote below
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'The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild; He has devoured the infant child. The infant child is not aware He has been eaten by the bear.'
A. E. HOUSMAN
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Feelings Of A Noble Biscayan At One Of Those Funerals
YET, yet, Biscayans! we must meet our Foes
With firmer soul, yet labour to regain
Our ancient freedom; else 'twere worse than vain
To gather round the bier these festal shows.
A garland fashioned of the pure white rose
Becomes not one whose father is a slave:
Oh, bear the infant covered to his grave!
These venerable mountains now enclose
A people sunk in apathy and fear.
If this endure, farewell, for us, all good!
The awful light of heavenly innocence
Will fail to illuminate the infant's bier;
And guilt and shame, from which is no defence,
Descend on all that issues from our blood.
poem by William Wordsworth
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London
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry
Every black'ning Church appalls;
And the hapless Soldier’s sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.
But most, thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot’s curse
Blasts the new born Infant’s tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
poem by William Blake from Songs of Experience (1794)
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Hymn 121
Children devoted to God. [For those who practise infant Baptism.]
Gen. 17:7,10; Acts 16:14,15,33.
Thus saith the mercy of the Lord,
"I'll be a God to thee;
I'll bless thy num'rous race, and they
Shall be a seed for me."
Abram believed the promised grace,
And gave his sons to God;
But water seals the blessing now,
That once was sealed with blood.
Thus Lydia sanctified her house,
When she received the word;
Thus the believing jailer gave
His household to the Lord.
Thus later saints, eternal King!
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poem by Isaac Watts
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My Mother
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother?
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poem by Ann Taylor
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Fulfilled Life
Amongst the millions
slithering spermatozoa
meets the romantic egg
at the climactic mating
Bonding together
both fertilizing
through love
lit a new life
An infant grows
in the darkest womb
of a mother in waiting
while the father working
In timely birth
bare and innocent
the infant boy crying
confirmation of a wonder
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poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Fullfilling Metamorphosis
Amongst the millions
slithering spermatozoa
meets the romantic egg
at the climactic mating
Bonding together
both fertilizing
through love
lit a new life
An infant grows
in the darkest womb
of a mother in waiting
while the father working
In timely birth
bare and innocent
the infant boy crying
confirmation of a wonder
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poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Christmas
Christmas is that time of year
when friends and family gather round
to raise together a cup of good cheer,
and spreading the word of love around
for everyone to hear.
Christmas is the time we remember
why we celebrate if for
an infant born in a stable under Bethlehem sky
who became the lord of all.
Jesus Christ our lord born humble as we all,
but whose birth is remembered by us all.
He spread love through out his lifetime
and at Christmas; we do the same
through the gifts that we share
and the love that we give.
Christmas is a timely season
to ring out the cheers and celebrations of love
for an infant born in a stable under a Bethlehem sky.
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poem by David Harris
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