 | Charles Dickens - 1840 - 552 sider
...she was dead. There, upon her little bed, she lay at rest. The solemn stillness was no marvel now. She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free...death. Her couch was dressed with here and there some winter berries and green loaves, gathered in a spot she had been used to favour. " When I die, put... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1840 - 1066 sider
...and ing. she was dead. There, upon her little bed, she lay at rest. The solemn »s was no marvel now. was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of io fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of nd waiting for the breath of life... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1841 - 734 sider
...she was dead. There, upon her little bed, she lay at rest. The solemn stillness was no marvel now. She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free...not one who had lived and suffered death. Her couch wa» dressed with here and there some winter berries and green leaves, gathered in a spot she had been... | |
 | Stephen Collins - 1842 - 318 sider
...again. The Spring arrived — that beautiful and happy time — and the birds renewed their songs; but, "She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so...of God, and waiting for the breath of life; not one that had lived and suffered death. '•She was dead. Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell was dead. Her... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1846 - 828 sider
...she was dead. There, upon her little bed, she lay at rest. The solemn stillness was no marvel now. She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm , so...death. Her couch was dressed with here and there some winter berries and green leaves, gathered in a spot she had been used to favour. " When I die , put... | |
 | James Sheridan Knowles - 1847 - 344 sider
...single speech, be culled and collected. LESSON LXXXI1I. Death of Little Nell. — CHARLES DICKENS. She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free...for the breath of life ; not one who had lived and suftered death. Her couch was dressed with here and there some winterhcrrif-s and green leaves, gathered... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1847 - 436 sider
...she was dead. There, upon her little bed, she lay at rest. The solemn stillness was no marvel now. She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free...seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waitmg for the breath of life ; not one who had lived aod suffered death. Her couch was dressed with... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 sider
...No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free fro tears of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creatu fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of lift not one who had lived, and suffered death. Her couch was dressed with here and there some winti... | |
 | Francis Parkman - 1854 - 292 sider
...seen to have their growth in dusty graves! She was dead. There, upon her little bed, she lay at rest. She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free...of life ; not one who had lived and suffered death. Where were the traces of her early cares, her sufferings, and fatigues ? All gone Sorrow was dead indeed... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1857 - 456 sider
...published numerous interesting vorka, and is, at present, conductor of the periodical "Household Words." 1. SHE was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm', so free from trace of pain', so fair to look v upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life v j not... | |
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She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life — not one who had lived and suffered death. 
