Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.
quote by Alexander Pope
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On Mr. Gay
Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild;
In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child:
With native Humour temp'ring virtuous Rage,
Form'd to delight at once and lash the age:
Above Temptation, in a low Estate, 5
And uncorrupted, ev'n among the Great:
A safe Companion, and an easy Friend,
Unblam'd thro' Life, lamented in thy End.
These are Thy Honours! not that here thy Bust
Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy dust; 10
But that the Worthy and the Good shall say,
Striking their pensive bosoms-
Here
lies GAY.
poem by Alexander Pope
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Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.
quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Manners are of such great consequence to the novelist that any kind will do. Bad manners are better than no manners at all, and because we are losing our customary manners, we are probably overly conscious of them; this seems to be a condition that produces writers.
quote by Flannery O'Connor
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne. For a man by nothing is so well bewrayd, As by his manners.
quote by Edmund Spenser
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Love is a child
Love was a child, so meek and so mild
Love was a child who smiled.
Love was a child who played with a toy train
Love was a child who jumped in puddles in the rain.
Love was a child who laughed and played.
Love was a child God lovingly made.
Love is a child that God now holds
Love is a child who will never grow old.
Love is a child we sorely miss
Love is a child who Angels now kiss.
Love is a child.
poem by Daniel Hooks
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The Loss Of A Child
Dear God we ask,
Take care of our little child,
Someone who means so much to us,
So beautiful, so gentle, so mild.
A battle fought when tiny,
To stay upon this earth,
A child that was very weak,
From the moment of the birth.
Our prayers were sent for healing,
We gave thanks every day,
For the time the child was amongst us,
But alas, still was taken away.
You have taken the one we worshipped,
To your home in heaven above,
I am sure you had your reasons,
For taking someone we love.
My child I know you are hurting,
You feel life is not the same,
You have nothing to reproach yourself,
You were not to blame.
God took back to heaven,
A rare and beautiful flower,
He has planted it in his garden,
Will surround it with all his power.
The spirit of your child,
In heaven will develop and grow,
To be surrounded by those good people,
Will be surrounded by those you know
Although you have lost the material,
The spirit will be strong and true,
The good times you remember,
Your child will be close to you.
poem by Malcolm Bradshaw
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Hush Now, Child
Hush now child,
No need to say goodbye,
No winter song,
No gentle lullaby,
Be still now child,
You have no pain, no fear,
The time has come to pass,
This is your year,
Be calmed dear child,
For I stand by your side,
Don’t turn away now child,
We cannot hide,
Hold on now child,
Remember me with love,
And shine your light on me,
From up above,
And hush, now child,
Just spread your wings and fly,
No winter song,
No gentle lullaby.
poem by Linda Harnett
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Now you see
Now you see why my attitude is mild,
Now you see why the crows run wild,
Now you and I see why the stars not tinkling high in the sky,
Now I see why everyone think of me as a child that has been hurt so many times.
I`m a child with so many talents but no encouragement at all,
a child that smiles to hide my tears.
But i`m always gone know that i`m a child of god.
poem by Jessica Dangerfield
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Someone
And through all alexs wondrous
Childhood he would honour and obey
Love and watch the lovely maiden
On whose gentle arms he just lay
All men all must be mild obedient
All men all must be mild obedient
As good as he
And through all alexs wondrous
Childhood he would honour and obey
Love and watch the lovely maiden
On whose gentle arms he just lay
All men all must be mild obedient
All men all must be mild obedient
As good as he
And all men all must be mild obedient
And all men all must be mild obedient
And all ....
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Yes, but also one of the problems for a novelist in Ireland is the fact that there are no formal manners. I mean some people have beautiful manners but there's no kind of agreed form of manners.
quote by John McGahern
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All the dark, malevolent Passions of the Soul are roused and exerted; its mild and amiable affections are suppressed; and with them, virtuous Principles are laid prostrate.
quote by Charles Inglis
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Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!
Henry David Thoreau in Walden, or Life in the woods
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Not A Child
'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.'
How could reason be so far beguiled,
Err so far from sense's safe employ,
Stray so wide of truth, or run so wild?
Seeing his face bent over book or toy,
Child I called him, smiling: but he smiled
Back, as one too high for vain annoy -
Not a child.
II.
Not a child? alack the year!
What should ail an undefiled
Heart, that he would fain appear
Not a child?
Men, with years and memories piled
Each on other, far and near,
Fain again would so be styled:
Fain would cast off hope and fear,
Rest, forget, be reconciled:
Why would you so fain be, dear,
Not a child?
III.
Child or boy, my darling, which you will,
Still your praise finds heart and song employ,
Heart and song both yearning toward you still,
Child or boy.
All joys else might sooner pall or cloy
Love than this which inly takes its fill,
Dear, of sight of your more perfect joy.
Nay, be aught you please, let all fulfil
All your pleasure; be your world your toy:
Mild or wild we love you, loud or still,
Child or boy.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Child of Dawn
O gentle vision in the dawn:
My spirit over faint cool water glides,
Child of the day,
To thee;
And thou art drawn
By kindred impulse over silver tides
The dreamy way
To me.
I need thy hands, O gentle wonder-child,
For they are moulded unto all repose;
Thy lips are frail,
And thou art cooler than an April rose;
White are thy words and mild:
Child of the morning, hail!
Breathe thus upon mine eyelids -- that we twain
May build the day together out of dreams.
Life, with thy breath upon my eyelids, seems
Exquisite to the utmost bounds of pain.
I cannot live, except as I may be
Compelled for love of thee.
O let us drift,
Frail as the floating silver of a star,
Or like the summer humming of a bee,
Or stream-reflected sunlight through a rift.
I will not hope, because I know, alas,
Morning will glide, and noon, and then the night
Will take thee from me. Everything must pass
Swiftly -- but nought so swift as dawn-delight.
If I could hold thee till the day,
Is broad on sea and hill,
Child of repose,
What god can say,
What god or mortal knows,
What dream thou mightest not in me fulfil?
O gentle vision in the dawn:
My spirit over faint cool water glides,
Child of the day,
To thee;
And thou art drawn
By kindred impulse over silver tides
The dreamy way
To me.
poem by Harold Monro
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What Has Come Between Us
Written by mark gaddis
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
Look at all the people
Looking at their dreams
Smiles upon their faces
Tell me what they see
Look at all the people
Have they gone astray?
Living for tomorrow
With dreams of yesterday
Lovely lady
Tell me what you feel
As a child were you mild
Does it make it so unreal?
Lovely lady
Feel so insecure
When you give all yourself
How can you be sure?
What has come between us
What has made us sad
Childhoods forgotten
Yet its hiding in the past
What has come between us
Theres something in ourselves
Lines upon our faces
Saying no more time for rest
Lovely lady
Tell me what you feel
As a child were you mild
Does it make it so unreal?
Lovely lady
Feel so insecure
When you give all yourself
How can you be sure?
Lovely lady
Tell me what you feel
As a child were you mild
Does it make it so unreal?
Lovely lady
Feel so insecure
When you give all yourself
How can you be sure?
Lovely lady
Feel so insecure
When you give all yourself
How can you be sure?
Lovely lady
Tell me what you feel
As a child were you mild
Does it make it so unreal?
Lovely lady
Feel so insecure
When you give all yourself
How can you be sure?
song performed by by Styx
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Label of a Child
When I first met him, he was just a small little child,
He was so sweet and innocent, meek, and mild.
His future was shining through his brilliant little eyes,
Unaware of the coming troubles, conflicts and lies.
As he watched me with eyes full of curiosity,
He stayed back alittle, just evaluating me.
He was now labed, as a child of divorce,
He didn't know the term 'divorce' of course.
His dad stood by him with deep passion and love,
The kind of love that comes from heaven above.
No one could touch him, if not through his dad,
It's a story of love, we all wish we had
As time crawled on, he was still unsure,
He watched and waited for love that was pure.
Not the forced love, just because of birth
The type of love that shows a child's worth.
One day, the child dropped his defenses
And asked, Will you be my mom? , in a complete sentence.
I offered my heart, my world, and my life,
to this little boy who was riddled with strife.
As the years passed, a strong family grew,
A 'divorced' family? Nobody knew.
We over came much trouble and strive,
But we have a strong family and a terrific live.
So, when you come into a relationship, where's there a child,
Go slowly and patiently, gently and mild.
Remember, a 'step' is something under your feet,
It should never been used on a child, please be discreet.
The only thing that child should ever hear,
Is, I love you deeply and I need you near.
Don't label that child as step or divorced
That causes deep sadness and total remorse!
Just say I love you to your child every day,
Then the love of that child will never go away.
poem by Donna Kay Patterson
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A truly great man never puts away the simplicity of a child.
Born But a Little Child
He who spoke the world into creation
He was born but a little child
With love so meek and mild
His birth brought the world a new elation
Was born to die to save all the nations
He was born but a little child
With a precious glowing smile
Was to become the church’s foundation
He was born but a little child
To reclaim the fallen world for His own
He was born but a little child
He came that true love, through Him, could be known
He was born but a little child
To take on our sins, and for them atone
((May 31st,2003))
poem by Danny Speicher
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Art's Discipline
Long since I came into the school of Art,
A child in works, but not a child in heart.
Slowly I learn, by her instruction mild,
To be in works a man, in heart a child.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Sonnet: A Mother’s Greatness
A mother’s heart has love for all children;
Each child she bears and rears in similar way;
She tends to needs like hen to each chicken;
And gets up early, wearied though by day.
She knows in person each and every child;
She knows their wants even before they ask;
Unlike her husband, she is always mild,
And earnestly she tends to every task.
Each child appears an apple of her eye!
She intercedes for little things they need;
Ignoring faults, she loves to slog and die;
She is the Angel who readies each feed!
There isn’t a soul like mother on this earth!
She guards each child so selfishly since birth!
poem by John Celes
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