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Where are the braves, the faces like autumn fruit,
who stared at the child from the coloured frontispiece?
(Abraham Moses Klein (1909-1972), Canadian poet. Indian Reservation: Caughnawaga (l. 1-2). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.)
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Behold the Child among his new-born blisses,
A six years' Darling of a pigmy size!
(William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood (l. 85-86). . .
The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.)
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They say an old man is twice a child.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosencrantz, in Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2, l. 385.
To Hamlet, who has just pointed out Polonius; proverbial.)
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Parents, whether or not we believe in a deity, know that to witness a child's mind searching for meaning is a miracle.
(Marge Kennedy (20th century), U.S. author. 100 Things You Can Do to Keep Your Family Together..., Part 1, p. 21 (1994).)
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Yes, having a child is surely the most beautifully irrational act that two people in love can commit.
(Bill Cosby (20th century), U.S. comedian. Fatherhood, ch. 1 (1986).)
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Warble, child, make passionate my sense of hearing.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Armado, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 3, sc. 1, l. 1.
Armado's absurd way of asking his page, Moth, to sing.)
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A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (20th century), American poet. Collected Works, Vol. 2, Table Talk (1852).)
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What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?
(Honorι De Balzac (1799-1850), French novelist. The Marquise d'Aiglemont, in A Woman of Thirty, in The Works of Honorι de Balzac, vol. V, trans. by George Saintsbury (1971).)
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