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Her birth was sometime between 630 and 612 BC, and it is said that she died around 570 BC, but little is known for certain about her life.
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Her reputed last words, uttered as the assassin was about to strike, were " Smite my womb ", the implication here being she wished to be destroyed first in that part of her body that had given birth to so " abominable a son.
Her birth name ( maiden name ) may be reflected in her children's middle names ; her own middle name ; or dropped entirely.
Her firstborn, a daughter named Isabella, married Afonso of Portugal, forging important ties between these two neighboring countries and hopefully ensuring future alliance, but Isabella soon died before giving birth to an heir.
Her mother had many miscarriages ; before Mary's birth, four previous pregnancies had resulted in a stillborn daughter and three short-lived or stillborn sons, including Henry, Duke of Cornwall.
As a grandchild of the Sovereign in the male line, Margaret Rose was styled Her Royal Highness from birth.
Her birth was an event as all of the neighbors gathered around Juanita's bedroom window, waiting for the raising of a curtain to signal the baby ’ s arrival.
Her sister-in-law ( born The Lady Alice Montagu Douglas Scott ) was given special dispensation by HM The Queen to use a similar style when she was widowed (" HRH Princess Alice, Duchess of Gloucester ") despite not being a princess by birth, rather than the more usual widow's style, " HRH The Dowager Duchess of Gloucester ".
Her birth was registered at Hitchin, Hertfordshire, near the Strathmores ' English country house, St Paul's Walden Bury, which was also given as her birthplace in the census the following year.
Her mother rejected her at birth, and she was hand-raised by the zookeepers like a human child, dressed in clothing and fed from a bottle.
Her birth date is estimated on the assumption that Susanna was under marriageable age, but older than an infant, at the time.
Her birth came as a blow to her father, King Frederick II of Denmark, who was desperately hoping for a son.
Her older five siblings were: Adelaide ( later Abbess of Quedlinburg ), Gisela ( who died in infancy before her birth ), Matilda ( later wife of Rudolf of Rheinfelden, Duke of Swabia and Antiking ), Henry IV, Holy Roman Emperor and Conrad II, Duke of Bavaria ( who also died in infancy ).
Her doctoral thesis was concerned with the alpha rays of polonium, the element discovered by her parents ( along with radium ) and named after Marie ’ s country of birth, Poland.
Her father named her Li Jinhai because he wanted a son, but this was altered after her birth to Li Shumeng.
Her family called her Stasia, a common Polish diminutive of her Christian name, which later gave birth to the American version of her name, Stella.
Her Fairy Godmother magically appears and immediately begins to transform Cinderella from house servant to the young lady she was by birth, all in the effort to get Cinderella to the ball.
Her mother Xenia was so worried over the delivery that Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna said it was almost like Xenia was giving birth rather than Irina.
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Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.
Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.
Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.
Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.
Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.
( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.
Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.
Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.
Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.
Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.
Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.
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