 But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt. 'But why do I talk of Death? That phantom of grisly bone, I hardly fear his terrible shape It seems so...  The Dublin Review - Сторінка 390редактори - 1846Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...dear! O men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you "re wearing out! But human creatures' lives I Stitch — stitch — stitch, In poverty, hunger,...do I talk of Death — That phantom of grisly bone ? I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own Because of... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth Tonna - 1844 - 622 стор.
...Till over the buttons 1 fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream. " O ! Men, with sisters dear ! O ! Men ! with mothers and wives ! It is not linen you're...do I talk of Death ! That Phantom of grisly bone, I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own— It seems so like my own, Because of the... | |
 | 1844 - 858 стор.
...stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sowing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as welt os a shirt. But why do I talk of Death ? That phantom of grisly hone, 1 hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems но like my own. It seems so like my own. Because... | |
 | 1847 - 800 стор.
...her hard condition. The case may apply as well to laborers of the other sex, if not even better. " But why do I talk of death. That phantom of grisly bone ; I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 442 стор.
...Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in my dream ! " Oh ! men with sisters dear ! Oh ! men with mothers and wives ! It is not linen you're...why do I talk of death, That phantom of grisly bone ; I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 434 стор.
...Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in my dream ! " Oh ! men with sisters dear ! Oh ! men with mothers and wives ! It is not linen you're...why do I talk of death, That phantom of grisly bone ; I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...Stitch— stitch — stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt ; Sewing at once, with a double thread, A SRROUD as well as a shirt ! " But why do I talk of death, That phantom of grisly bone; I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own ! It seems so like my own — Because of... | |
 | 1846 - 308 стор.
...Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream ! " 0 ! Men, with sisters dear ! O! Men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're...do I talk of Death ? That Phantom of grisly bone; I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own Because of the... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1846 - 672 стор.
...Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in my dream ! " Oh ! men with sisters dear ! Oh ! men with mothers and wives ! It is not linen you're...why do I talk of death, That phantom of grisly bone ; I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of... | |
 | Henry Clapp - 1846 - 228 стор.
...wives ! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives ! Stitch—stitch—stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt Sewing at once, with...why do I talk of death, That phantom of grisly bone ; I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own— It seems so like my own, Because of... | |
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