 | Charles Dickens - 1840 - Страниц: 552
...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 - Страниц: 1066
...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 - Страниц: 734
...near me something that has loved the light, and had the sky above it always." Those were her words. She was dead. Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell, was dead. Her little bird—a poor slight thing the pressure of a finger would have crushed—was stirring nimbly in its... | |
 | Stephen Collins - 1842 - Страниц: 318
...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 free...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... | |
 | T. J. Saunders - 1844 - Страниц: 246
..." dare to utter it." The subject brings to my recollection his pathetic description of poor Nell's death. " She was dead. Dear, gentle, " patient, noble Nell was dead. Her little bird—a poor '" slight thing the pressure of a finger would have crushed, " was stirring nimbly in... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1846 - Страниц: 828
...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 leaves, gathered in a spot... | |
 | James Sheridan Knowles - 1847 - Страниц: 344
...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 - Страниц: 436
...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 - Страниц: 422
...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 - Страниц: 292
...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... | |
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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. 
