 Under the porch, where she had sat when Heaven in its mercy brought her to that peaceful spot, she passed again ; and the old church received her in its quiet shade. They carried her to one old nook, where she had many and many a time sat musing, and...  The Dickensian - 92 psl.redagavo - 1918Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Charles Dickens - 1840 - 1066 psl.
...The light streamed .hrough the coloured window — a window, where the boughs of trees were ustling in the summer, and where the birds sang sweetly all day long, every breath of air that stirred among those branches in the sunshine, :rembling, changing light, would... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1846 - 828 psl.
...; pure as the newlyfallen snow that covered it; whose day on earth had been as fleeting. Under that porch, where she had sat when Heaven in its mercy...in the summer, and where the birds sang sweetly all daylong. With every breath of air that stirred among those branches in the sunshine, some trembling,... | |
 | Dickens - 1846 - 462 psl.
...old church received her in its quiet shade. They carried her to one old nook, where she had many anil many a time sat musing, and laid their burden softly...trees were ever rustling in the summer, and where the hirds sang sweetly all daylong. With etery breath of air that stirred among those branches in the sunshine,... | |
 | James Sheridan Knowles - 1847 - 344 psl.
...musing, and laid their burden softly on the pavement. The light streamed on it through the colored window — a window where the boughs of trees were...trembling, changing light would fall upon her grave. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Many a young hand dropped in its little wreath — many... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 psl.
...musing, and laid their burden softly on the pavement. The light streamed on it through the colored window — a window where the boughs of trees were...the sunshine, some trembling, changing light would fell upon her grave. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Many a young hand dropped in its... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1858 - 458 psl.
...often heard, by night and day, and listened to with solemn pleasure almost as a living voice — rung its remorseless toll, for her, so young, so beautiful,...trembling, changing light, would fall upon her grave. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ! Many a young hand dropped in its little wreath, many... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1859 - 422 psl.
...and laid their burden softly on the pavement. The light streamed on it through the colored window—a window where the boughs of trees were ever rustling...summer, and where the birds sang sweetly all day long. Wife every breath of air that stirred among those branches in the sunshine, some trembling, changing... | |
 | Advanced reading book - 1860 - 458 psl.
...pure as the newly fallen snow that covered it — whose day on earth had been as fleeting. Under that porch where she had sat, when Heaven, in its mercy,...trembling, changing light would fall upon her grave. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Many a yoong hand dropped in its little wreath, — many... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1861 - 316 psl.
...musing, and laid their burden softly on the pavement. The light streamed on it through the colored window — a window, where the boughs of trees were...trembling, changing light, would fall upon her grave. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust ! Many a young hand dropped in its little wreath, many... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1861 - 562 psl.
...musing, and laid their burden softly on the pavement. The light streamed on it through the colored Window — a window where the boughs of trees were...trembling, changing light would fall upon her grave. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Many a young hand dropped in its little wreath, many... | |
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