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At the cross, her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother, weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord.

And Adam called his wife's name Eve; because she was the mother of all living.

The inhabitants of the villages ceased, they ceased in Israel, until that I Deborah arose, that I arose a mother in Israel.

Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.

calls the university "A stony-hearted step-mother."

A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.

The mother says to her daughter: Daughter bid thy daughter, to her daughter, that her daughter's daughter is crying.

There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.

The mother said to her daughter, "Daughter, bid thy daughter tell her daughter that her daughter's daughter hath a daughter."

If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

There was a place in childhood that I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.

A woman's love Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, And by its weakness overcomes.

The bravest battle that ever was fought; Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not; It was fought by the mothers of men. - Joaquin Miller ,

Fostering mother.

They say man rules the universe, That subject shore and main Kneel down and bless the empery Of his majestic reign; But a sovereign, gentler, mightier, Man from his throne has hurled, For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.

That it should come to this, But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two, So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth, Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on, and yet within a month-- Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman-- A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she-- O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourned longer--married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules.

The pretty and sweet manner of it forced Those waters from me which I would have stopped; But I had not so much of man in me, And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.

The one point on which all women are in furious secret rebellion against the existing law is the saddling of the right to a child with the obligation to become the servant of a man.

And say to mothers what a holy charge Is theirs--with what a kingly power their love Might rule the fountains of the new-born mind.

Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well/ My mother.