child (n.)
- adolescent
- angel
- artifact
- babe
- baby
- bairn
- boy
- brainchild
- brat
- brood
- bud
- cherub
- chick
- chit
- coinage
- composition
- concoction
- creation
- creature
- darling
- daughter
- descendant
- descendants
- dickens
- distillation
- dove
- dupe
- effect
- essence
- extract
- foetus
- fruit
- girl
- grandchild
- granddaughter
- grandson
- handiwork
- heiress
- hick
- infant
- ingenue
- innocent
- invention
- issue
- juvenile
- kid
- kitten
- lad
- laddie
- lamb
- lambkin
- lass
- lassie
- lout
- manufacture
- masterpiece
- minor
- mintage
- mite
- moppet
- neonate
- newborn
- nipper
- oaf
- offspring
- opera
- opus
- origination
- outcome
- outgrowth
- peewee
- posterity
- product
- production
- progeny
- puss
- result
- rube
- runabout
- scion
- seed
- shaver
- son
- sonny
- stepchild
- stepdaughter
- stepson
- stripling
- tad
- teenager
- toddler
- tot
- work
- yokel
- youngster
- youth
child (adj.)
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight!
Make me a child again, just for to-night!
On parent knees, a naked new-born child,
Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled;
So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep,
Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.
A simple child
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,
I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
Burnt child fire dredth.
I thank the goodness and the grace
Which on my birth have smiled,
And made me, in these Christian days,
A happy Christian child.
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
I have seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell,
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
Brightened with joy, for from within were heard
Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed
Mysterious union with his native sea.
Fear not, then, thou child infirm;
There's no god dare wrong a worm.
Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
In wit a man, simplicity a child.
The child is father of the man.
This child is not mine as the first was;
I cannot sing it to rest;
I cannot lift it up fatherly,
And bless it upon my breast.
Yet it lies in my little one's cradle,
And sits in my little one's chair,
And the light of the heaven she's gone to
Transfigures its golden hair.
I could lie down like a tired child,
And weep away the life of care
Which I have borne, and yet must bear.
He holds him with his glittering eye,
And listens like a three years' child.
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;
Land of the mountain and the flood!
O thou child of many prayers!
Life hath quicksands; life hath snares!
Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain,
Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain;
Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew,
The big drops mingling with the milk he drew
Gave the sad presage of his future years,—
The child of misery, baptized in tears.
Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw;
Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight,
A little louder, but as empty quite;
Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage,
And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age.
Pleased with this bauble still, as that before,
Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.
A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman.
Yes, child of suffering, thou mayst well be sure
He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and child of the skies!
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.
Primrose, first-born child of Ver,
Merry springtime's harbinger.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.
Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still,—Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eyes by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Jonson's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
When I was a child, I spake as a child. . . . When I became a man, I put away childish things.
Love is a boy by poets styl'd;
Then spare the rod and spoil the child.
They spare the rod, and spoyle the child.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd;
The sports of children satisfy the child.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!
Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not depart from it.
For what constitutes a child?—Ignorance. What constitutes a child?—Want of instruction; for they are our equals so far as their degree of knowledge permits.
When I was a child, I spake as a child. . . . When I became a man, I put away childish things.
Hark! to the hurried question of despair:
"Where is my child?"—an echo answers, "Where?"
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
