The highest I have yet found lies at an elevation of about 12,000 feet, in a glacier womb, at the foot of one of the highest of the summit peaks, a few miles to the north of Mount Hitter.

Unfathomed sweetness of your song, With ancient anguish at its core, What womb of elemental wrong, With shudder unimagined, bore Peace so divinewhat hell hath trod This voice that softly talks with God!

See how the sun-god Overpowers The summer lying Deep in flowers; With burning kisses Of bright gold Fills her young womb With joy untold; And all the world Is lad and lass, A blue sky And a couch of grass.

She bore us in her dreaming womb, And laughed into the face of Death; She laughed, in her strange agony, To give her little baby breath.

The inspired Psalms are full of such teachings: "The wicked are estranged from the womb: they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies."

The effect, I conceive, would be indefinitely small, wonderfully transitory; there would, of course, be a momentary lacuna in the boiling surge: yet the womb of humanity is full of sap, and uberant; Ocean-tide, wooed of that Ilithyia whose breasts are many, would flow on, and the void would soon be filled.

"She hath been marked in the womb by the troubles her mother bore," said old Margery, shaking her head.

"Great travail is created for all men, and an heavy yoke on the sons of Adam, from the day that they go out of their mother's womb, unto that day they return to the mother of all things.

For the womb, mugwort, pennyroyal, fetherfew, savine, &c. For the joints, camomile, St. John's wort, organ, rue, cowslips, centaury the less, &c. And so to peculiar diseases.

In these dark moments of suspended fate, While yet the future fortune of my country Lies in the womb of providence conceal'd, And anxious angels wait the mighty birth; O! grant thy sacred influence, pow'rful virtue!

And it was then that he begot in the womb of his cold and cunning brain a policy that was all his own, except in so far as the Bulgarian atrocities, consequent on feuds between Bulgars and Greeks, may be considered the father of that hideous birth.

Beauty beyond all glass's mirroring, And dream and glory hers for garmenting; Her birthO Lady, wilt thou say me nay? Of thine own womb, of thine own nurturing Send me a maiden meet for love, I pray!

[Faith] his nurse went, careful Acoë, Whose hands first from his mother's womb did take him, And ever since have fostered tenderly.

The trees are leafless, and the hollow blast Sings a shrill anthem to the bitter gloom, The lately smiling pastures are a waste, While beauty generates in Nature's womb; The frowning clouds are charged with fleecy snow, And storm and tempest bear a rival sway; Soft gurgling rivulets have ceased to flow, And beauty's garlands wither in decay: Yet look but heavenward!

In the womb of coming hours, Destinies of empires lie, Now the scale ascends, now lowers, Now is thrown the noble die.

Their birth was of the womb of morning dew, And their conception of the glorious prime.

Incident was not to be attempted; for the poet had described living characters and existing factions, the issue of whose contention was yet in the womb of fate, and could not safely be anticipated in the satire.

Thou King of Glory, Christ, of the Most High, Thou co-eternal filial Deity; Thou who, to save the world's impending doom, Vouchsafst to dwell within a virgin's womb; Old tyrant Death disarmed, before thee flew The bolts of heaven, and back the foldings drew, To give access, and make thy faithful way; From God's right hand thy filial beams display.

Some sin of a former birth caused you to sink into the womb of a woman of the younger peoples.

And in the night, she heard that great Voice crying in the wilderness, that mighty Forerunner, the returned Elias; next to Christ Himself, this Baptist, who leaped in the womb of the aged Elizabeth, when the Mother of the Saviour entered her house in the hill country!

can he enter the second time into his mother's womb and be born?'"

That voice, with merry music rife, The cherished child shall welcome in, What time the rosy dreams of life In the first slumber's arms begin; As yet in Time's dark womb unwarning, Repose the days, or foul or fair, And watchful o'er that golden morning, The Mother-Love's untiring care!

To the dark womb of sacred earth This labor of our hands is given, As seeds that wait the second birth, And turn to blessings watched by heaven!

Then, you could not give me a better proof that you never yet believed in Jesus Christ, unless you were sanctified early, as from the womb; for they that otherwise believe in Christ know there was a time when they did not believe in Jesus Christ.

I tell you I am the woman who came first out of the womb of Mother-earth.