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• When Freedom from her mountain-height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there.
  She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light....
• Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.
  It followed her through rain or snow, lightning, sleet or hail....
• Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.
  It followed her through rain or snow, lightning, sleet or hail....
• We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Death-Bed...
• You can't expect a mother to be with a small child all the time" Margaret Mead once remarked
  with her usual good sense, but in 1978 she shocked feminists by snapping that women don't really have children to put them in day care twelve hours a day, either....
• Let art alone. She's got enough guys sleeping with her.
• She was so ugly her mother used to babyfeed her with a slingshot.
• As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere...