 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.  The Howard Review - Страница 79под редакцията на - 1923Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Charles Dickens - 1840 - 552 страници
...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...of life ; not one who had lived and suffered death. Her couch was dressed with here and there some winter berries and green loaves, gathered in a spot... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1840 - 1066 страници
...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... | |
 | Stephen Collins - 1842 - 318 страници
...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 страници
...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...of life ; not one who had lived and suffered death. Her couch was dressed with here and there some winter berries and green leaves, gathered in a spot... | |
 | James Sheridan Knowles - 1847 - 344 страници
...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 страници
...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 страници
...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 страници
...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 страници
...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... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1859 - 422 страници
...TEARS, THE PCRE IN HEART SHALL MEET AGAIN." WILLIAM LEGGETT. 165. DEATH OF LITTLE NELL. SHE was dead. Xo sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of...of life; not one who had lived and suffered death. Her couch was dressed wife here and there some winter-berries and green leaves, gathered in a spot... | |
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