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A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away.
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Perhaps there will come a time when...an unmarried mother will not be despised because of her motherhood...and when the right of the unborn to be born will not be denied or interfered with.
Caroline Norton
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A woman's suffering is never above half known, for the fact of the publicity of her wrongs is counted to her for disgrace.
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A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thoughtwhat on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own.
Caroline Norton -
O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.
Caroline Norton -
Child murderers practice their profession without let or hindrance, and open infant butcheries unquestioned...Is there no remedy for all this ante-natal child murder?
Caroline Norton -
Until I truly loved, I was alone.
Caroline Norton -
We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade.
Caroline Norton
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For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world's shore, And all our calm is in that balm— Not lost but gone before.
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Every poet hopes that after-times Shall set some value on his votive lay.
Caroline Norton -
Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child?
Caroline Norton -
Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave.
Caroline Norton -
They serve God well, who serve his creatures.
Caroline Norton -
God made all pleasures innocent.
Caroline Norton
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A child's eyes, those clear, wells of undefiled thought - what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own. In prayer, how earnest; in joy, how sparkling; in sympathy, how tender! The man who never tried the companionship of a little child has carelessly passed by one of the great pleasures of life, as one passes a rare flower without plucking it or knowing its value
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I am listening for the voices Which I heard in days of old.
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Oh, there at last, life's trials past, We'll meet our loved ones more, Whose feet have trod the path to God, - Not lost, but gone before.
Caroline Norton -
I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.
Caroline Norton