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Seite 73 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Seite 55 - The mother had most certainly expired in the act of suckling her child ; as with one breast exposed she lay upon the drifted snow, the milk to all appearance in a stream drawn from the nipple by the babe, and instantly congealed. The infant seemed as if its lips had but just then been disengaged, and it reposed its little head upon the mother's bosom, with an overflow of milk, frozen as it trickled from the mouth. Their countenances were perfectly composed and fresh, resembling those of persons in...
Seite 55 - Near another cart, a little further on the common, we perceived a stout- looking man and a beautiful young woman, with an infant about seven months old at the breast, all three frozen and dead. The mother had most certainly expired in the act of suckling her child, as, with one breast exposed, she lay upon the drifted snow, the milk, to all appearance, in a stream drawn from the nipple by the babe, having instantly congealed.
Seite 56 - ... on his back, one of which contained, as we discovered, the body of another child, about two years of age, wrapped up in flannel and straw : this, as we afterwards heard, was the whole of one family, a Serjeant's wife, of the 55th, her brother and children.
Seite 56 - The man found with the horse and bundle, had remained behind to assist them. During a march thus memorable for its miseries, he had just gained sight of a distant hamlet, where they might have obtained shelter from the inclemency of the weather, when his strength failed him. The commanding officer of the 55th rode by at that critical moment, but too late to render them any service ; and as the battalion passed the spot, the troops were witnesses in their turn of this melancholy scene.
Seite 186 - WHEN homeward bands their several ways disperse, I love to linger in the narrow field Of rest ; to wander round from tomb to tomb, And think of some who silent sleep below.
Seite 178 - I snatch'd her from the rigid north, Her native bed, on which bleak Boreas blew, And bore her nearer to the sun...
Seite 58 - ... dismission from his attendance here (an expression you use I am much pleased with). When my time comes that I shall have mine, I know not how it will find me then; but I am sure it is my best reviving thought now ; when I am plunged in multitudes of wild and sad thoughts, I recover and recollect a little time will end this life, and begin a better that shall never end, and where we shall discover the reasons and ends of all those seeming severe providences we have known.
Seite 55 - ... bosom, with an overflow of milk, frozen as it trickled from the mouth; their countenances were perfectly composed and fresh, resembling those of persons in a sound and tranquil slumber. About fifty yards advanced was another dead man, with a bundle of linen clothes, and a few bis.cuits, evidently belonging to the poor woman and child, and a little further was a horse lying down, but not quite dead, with a couple of panniers on his back...
Seite 227 - My heart is sore: I shall find it never, And never more ! Where he is not, I find my tomb; And the sunniest spot Is turn'd to gloom. My aching head Will burst with pain — And the sense has fled My wilder'd brain. I look through the glass Till my eyes are dim; The threshold I pass Alone for him. His lofty step, And his forehead high, His winning smile, And his beaming eye ! His fond caress, So rich in bliss!