 The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifting snow : Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone. " O God ! " she cried in accents wild, " If I must perish,...  The Bowdoin Poets - Seite 26von Edward Payson Weston - 1840 - 188 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Phineas Garrett - 1904 - 896 Seiten
...child,— As through the drifting snow she pressed. The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder yet the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow — Her limbs were chilled ; her strength was gone. " O God !" she cried, in accents... | |
 | Alfred Cole, Charles Foster Whitman - 1915 - 784 Seiten
...wandered with her child. As through the drifted snow she pressed, The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow ; Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone ; O God, she cried, in accents wild,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 408 Seiten
...wandered with her child : As through the drifting snow she pressed, The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came oil, And deejwr grew the drifting snow : Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone. " 0 God !"... | |
 | Elinor Fuchs - 2005 - 216 Seiten
...thrills and chills of melodrama, was the one about the mother wandering the mountains in a snowstorm: "O God! she cried, in accents wild / If I must perish, save my child!" (In the last verse the mother dies but the infant is saved: she "smiled" — had to rhyme.) rhythmically... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1106 Seiten
...wandered with her child : As through the drifting snow she pressed, The babe was sleeping on her breast. r still those billows of war Thundered along the horizon's...The roar of that red sea uncontrolled, Making the b " 0 God !" she cried in accents wild, "If I must perish, save my child ! " She stripped her mantle... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrup - 1888 - 790 Seiten
...wandered with her child. As through the drifted snows she pressed, The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow — Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone — " О God, she cried, in accents... | |
 | 1854 - 434 Seiten
...wandered with her child. As through the drifting snow she press'd, The babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow ; Her limbs were chill'd, her strength was gone. " Oh, God !" she cried, in accents... | |
 | 1849 - 638 Seiten
...wandered with her child. As through the drifted snow they pressed, A babe was sleeping on her breast. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, While deeper grew the drifts of snow, Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone. " Oh God !" she... | |
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