O mother life, That seemed to nourish me so tenderly, Even in the womb you vowed me to the fire, Hung on my soul the burden of men's hopes, And pledged me to redeem!
"George Eliot"
Mathilde Blind
Ere a man's body has grown cold on earth he has stirred again in the womb of his mother.
"The Orchard of Tears"
Sax Rohmer
Of the vain dismay and the yearning pain For hopes that will never be born again From the womb of the wavering sea.
"A Woman's Love Letters"
Sophie M. Almon-Hensley