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From "Aurora Leigh"
Women know
The way to rear up children, (to be just,)
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words;
Which things are corals to cut life upon,
Although such trifles: children learn by such,
Love's holy earnest in a pretty play,
And get not over-early solemnised,–
But seeing, as in a rose-bush, Love's Divine,
Which burns and hurts not,–not a single bloom,–
Become aware and unafraid of Love.
Such good do mothers
The way to rear up children, (to be just,)
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words;
Which things are corals to cut life upon,
Although such trifles: children learn by such,
Love's holy earnest in a pretty play,
And get not over-early solemnised,–
But seeing, as in a rose-bush, Love's Divine,
Which burns and hurts not,–not a single bloom,–
Become aware and unafraid of Love.
Such good do mothers
Followers
- Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap.
- Luke 6:38
3 comments:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Ooooh not familiar with that Yeats poem...but I love it! Hmmm, I feel I want to use this quote on something.
You know it is so easy to tread on one another's dreams. Even in prosaic old bloggy world...we bear our innermost and then someone disagrees...it's like they've graffitied on one's very soul.
I do love the painting Sir Dicksie or something...love the knights and maidens type Camelot Pre-raphaelite stuff. I don't understand the title of the painting. Forgive my French but 'Belle Dame Sans Merci'...does it mean 'Beautiful Lady with no thank you'?? Looks like he's willing to give kissy thank you to me? Hmmm.
Sorry long and totally rambling comment.
Ooh, Sarah! I hope no-one's put their great clod-hopping boots all over your dreams, me deario!
Oh no, in the past maybe...things ok right now chuck! I've seen it on other blogs recently though mind. I've learnt to be soooo careful with my opinions in comments too. Eee we're a delicate bunch us humans aren't we, lol!
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