Book, Chapter

 1    1,  11| CHAPTER THE SEVENTH.~"Please, mother," I wheedled, "you don't
 2    2,  43|    anything without a reason, Mother Earth is in the centre,
 3    2,  62|     care two cents for my own mother. All right, I'll catch you
 4    2,  67|     While his sorrow-stricken mother was bewailing his loss,
 5    2,  67|    our business, but when the mother put her arms around the
 6    3,  85|       resolved, even from his mother's womb, never to become
 7    3,  89|       upon, especially by the mother, as one of the philosophers.
 8    3,  98|     NINETY-FOURTH.~"Happy the mother," cried Eumolpus, "who bore
 9    4, 121|    against present needs, the Mother of the Gods would see to
10    5, 131|      the sun-child nor has my mother ever stayed the revolving
11    5, 131|   With flowers like these did Mother Earth great Ida's summit
12    5, 145|       had learned how to be a mother, the lesson of love was
13    5, 153|        when she starts at her mother's approach, out 'tis shaken:
14    6     |      for you are their lawful mother. In your womanhood, defend
15    6     |     of my arguments the first mother of all created things, the
16    6     |   honor, and men revere their mother equally with their father.