 Tis the cessation of our breath. Silent and motionless we lie ; And no one knoweth more than this. I saw our little Gertrude die ; She left off breathing, and no more I smoothed the pillow beneath her head. She was more beautiful than before. Like violets...  The Northern magazine - Сторінка 161853Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1852 - 790 стор.
...The acene then changes to the farm where Prince Heury u residing. Tis the cessation of our hreath. Silent and motionless we lie ; And no one knoweth...Gertrude die ; She left off breathing, and no more 1 smoothed the pillow beneath her head. She was more beautif'il than before. Like violets failed were... | |
 | 1852 - 1228 стор.
...dreaming, or awake I Thou speakest carelessly of death, And yet thou knowest not what it is. IL8IE. Tig the cessation of our breath. Silent and motionless...And no one knoweth more than this. I saw our little Qertrude die ; She left off breathing, and no more I smoothed the pillow beneath her head. She was... | |
 | 1852 - 454 стор.
...are of no ordinary chartcter. Take, from a child's lips, the following description of DEATH. 'TIS tbe cessation of our breath. Silent and motionless we lie : And no one knoweth more than this. I saw oar little Gertrude die ; She left off breathing, and no more 1 smoothed the pillow beneath her head.... | |
 | 1853 - 538 стор.
...about death, when her parents warn her against rashly acquainting herself with what she knows not of ! 'Tis the cessation of our breath. Silent and motionless we lie : And no one knoweth more than this — and then recalling a little sister's death-bed — and how the quiet corpse lay there more beautiful... | |
 | New Church gen. confer - 1854 - 590 стор.
...clime where rises the sweet zephyr to unfold the new leaves wherein Europe sees herself fresh-clothed.' Tis the cessation of our breath, Silent and motionless...Gertrude die ; She left off breathing, and no more I smooth'd the pillow beneath her head. She was more beautiful than before, Like violets faded were her... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1854 - 270 стор.
...dreaming, or awake ? Thou speakest carelessly of death, And yet thou knowest not what it is. ELSIE. "f is the cessation of our breath. Silent and motionless...than this. I saw our little Gertrude die ; She left oft' breathing, und no more I smoothed the pillow beneath her head. She was more beautiful than before.... | |
 | Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 580 стор.
...in their stalls. What is death? 'T is the cessation of our breath. Silent and motionless we lie: Ami no one knoweth more than this. I saw our little Gertrude die; ™e left off breathing, and no more I smoothed the pillow beneath her head. She was more beautiful... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 240 стор.
...and my Lord, I beseech thee, I entreat thec, Guide me in each act and word.'* JANE E. HAY. 4U XII. " I saw our little Gertrude die ; She left off breathing,...and no more I smoothed the pillow beneath her head." JA.XE E. HAY. 4!) XIII. " Why keep me pacing to and fro Amid these aisles of sacred gloom I " NIKKEI... | |
 | Leopold Hartley Grindon - 1856 - 80 стор.
...it may baffle all physicians and physiology to determine ; but in the final one there is no enigma. 'Tis the cessation of our breath, Silent and motionless...Gertrude die ; She left off breathing, and no more I smooth'd the pillow beneath her head. She was more beautiful than before, Like violets faded were her... | |
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