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The Maternal Bond of Nature Karl Constantine FOLKES	The maternal bond is unlike any other; ‘tween mother...	Rate it (5.00 / 6 votes)
Capricious Connection Wallace Dean LaBenne	External intrusion Infernal tumult Maternal collusion is the last...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Miracles Among Us Johnette Loefgren	within her heart maternal She smiled and heard her daughter sing and then she said a simple...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
My Annabel Lee Laurel M. Lee	That for my Annabel Lee - No, consuming love- maternal love- Had taken over...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Waste Land T. S. Eliot	What is that sound high in the air Murmur of maternal lamentation Who are those hooded hordes swarming Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Mr and Mrs Discobbolos Edward Lear	Through my maternal...	Rate it (4.00 / 1 vote)
Street Lamp Sam Hain	Bathed in your maternal gaze The wind can't pick it despite several attempts yet was left with dendritic...	Rate it (4.00 / 1 vote)
A Blue Valentine Joyce Kilmer	the most exquisite and maternal Brigid, Gallant Saint Stephen, who puts fire in my blood, And your brother bishop, my patron,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Blue Valentine Alfred Joyce Kilmer	worry with my pleas are the most exquisite and maternal Brigid, Gallant Saint Stephen, who puts fire in my blood, And your brother bishop, my patron,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Lesson in Anatomy Ron Marcus	Where a woman's hands have a maternal tendency to cover up the lowered drawbridge of their mouths as if, to censor the murky depth...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Tale Of Society As It Is: From Facts, 1811 Percy Bysshe Shelley	From her maternal bosom tore the unhappy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Tale Of Society As It Is: From Facts, 1811. Percy Bysshe Shelley	From her maternal bosom tore the unhappy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A WOMAN Debbie Middaugh AKA TURBO1904	She is maternal and ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Woman Waits For Me Walt Whitman	Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk; All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, All the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Woman Young And Old William Butler Yeats	Or found a subtetranean rest On the maternal midnight of my breast Before I had marked him on his northern way, And seemed to stand although...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Zacinto Ugo Foscolo	Oh maternal land, my words are all I have to send to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Address To My Infant Daughter, Dora On Being Reminded That She Was A Month Old That Day, September 1 William Wordsworth	The affections, to exalt them or refine; And the maternal sympathy itself, Though strong, is, in the main, a joyless tie Of naked instinct, wound about...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Advising Chloë Franklin P. Adams	That counsel maternal can run for The Journal-- You get me, I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
AGE-PICTURE IN 2010 Norbert Tasev	maternal harmony and caring kills to comfort her so that her hunger for peaceful love will calm...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Orphan's Lament Anne Brontë	Beneath thy sweet maternal smile All pain and sorrow fled, And even the very tears were sweet Upon thy bosom...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Arisen At Last John Greenleaf Whittier	Once more thy strong maternal arms Are round about thy children flung, — A lioness that guards her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
babies tiptoe out of the womb Sviatoslav	sharpen knives children try to exchange maternal salt on the slippery bubble of memory it has what happens after the words "dad give me...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Barley Grass Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	In a summer long ago, Gained a girl maternal ratin', Made a chap a holy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Burning Bush John Drinkwater	Beating about my baby blood and sense, Maternal tending of intelligence In the unwhispered rites of bosom and lip, Divinings worded in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Cadyow Castle Sir Walter Scott	'There wan from her maternal throes, His Margaret, beautiful and mild, Sate in her bower, a pallid rose, And peaceful...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)