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" mid the cheerless hours of night, A mother 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... "
Miscellanies Selected from the Public Journals - Page 61
by Joseph Tinker Buckingham - 1824
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The Easy Reader, Or, Introduction to the National Preceptor: Consisting of ...

Jesse Olney - Readers - 1833 - 150 pages
...sleeping on her breast. 5. And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night come on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow, — Her limbs...in accents wild, "If I must perish, save my child!" 6. She stripped her mantle from her breast, And bared her bosom to the storm, And round the child she...
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Family Magazine: Or Monthly Abstract of General Knowledge, Volume 1

1834 - 438 pages
...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...accents wild, "If I must perish, save my child !" She stripped her mantle from her breast, And bared her bosom to the storm, And round the child she wrapped...
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The Reader and Speaker: Containing Lessons for Rhetorical Reading and ...

Samuel Putnam - Readers - 1836 - 226 pages
...night came on, And deeper grew ths drifts of snow — Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone-:"O God," she cried, in accents wild, " If I must perish, save my child !" She stripped her mantle from her breast, And bared her bosom to the storm, And round the child she wrapped...
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Family Magazine: Or Monthly Abstract of General Knowledge..., Volume 4

1837 - 488 pages
...came on, And deeper grew the drifts of enow— Her limbs were chill'd— her strength was gon«. Oh God ! she cried, in accents wild, If I must perish, save my child. She stripp'd her mantle from her breast, And bared lier bosom to the storm, And round the child she wrapp'rt...
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The Family Magazine, Volume 4

1837 - 490 pages
...came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow — Her limbs were chill'd — her strength wat gone. Oh God ' she cried, in accents wild, If I must perish, save my child. She stripp'd her mantle from her breast, And bared her Iaosom to the storm, And round the child she wrapp'd...
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Family Magazine: Or Monthly Abstract of General Knowledge

1837 - 486 pages
...on, And dcrprr L^rnw the drifts of snow — Heг lunhsVerc chill'd— her strength was gone. Oh Uod ! she cried, in accents wild, . . If I must perish, save my child. ' She stripp'd her mantle froiB her breast, And bared her bosom to the storm, And round the child she wrapp'd...
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Select poetry for children: with notes, arranged by J. Payne

Joseph Payne - 1839 - 302 pages
...blow. And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drifts of snow — Her limbs were chill'd, her strength was gone. " O God !" she cried, in accents...from her breast, And bared her bosom to the storm, [l] Intractable — unmanageable, that cannot be rendered useful to man, [8] Tyrannous — cruel and...
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The American Common-place Book of Poetry, with Occasional Notes

American poetry - 1839 - 430 pages
...And colder still the winds did blow, And darker hours of night came on, And deeper grew the drills of snow— Her limbs were chilled, her strength was...accents wild, " If I must perish, save my child!" She stripped her mantle from her breast, And bared her bosom to the storm, And round the child she wrapped...
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The American Class-reader: Containing a Series of Lessons in Reading; with ...

George Willson - Elocution - 1840 - 298 pages
...there is a demicacsura : And 'colder still | the wind did blow, And darker hours | of night came on ; And deeper grew | the drifts of snow, Her limbs were chilled, | her strength was gone. III. Sometimes, by design of the poet, a pause falls out of its natural position in the line, thus...
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Selections from the American Poets, Issue 111

William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1840 - 328 pages
...came on, And deeper grew the drifting snow : Her limbs were chill'd, her strength was gone r " Oh, God !" she cried, in accents wild, " If I must perish, save my child !" She stripp'd her mantle from her breast, And bared her bosom to the storm, And round the child she wrapp'd...
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