 | Charles Dickens - 1846 - 550 pàgines
...is shining on me as I go !" The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stTrred in the room. The old, old fashion ! The fashion that...our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death ! Oh, thank GOD, all who see it, for that... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1847 - 364 pàgines
...together, as he had been used to do, at his prayers. He did not remove his arms to do it; but they saw him fold them so, behind her neck. "Mamma is like...our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death ! Oh thank GOD, all who see it, for that... | |
 | 1847 - 296 pàgines
...did not remove his arms to do it ; but they saw him fold them so, behind her neck. LITERARY NOTICES. her by the face ! But tell them that the print upon...our first garments, and will last unchanged until onr race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old, fashion... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1847 - 368 pàgines
...enough. The light ahout the head is shining on me as I go'." The golden ripple on the wall came hack again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old,...our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death ! Oh thank GOD, all who see it, for that... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1848 - 730 pàgines
...together, as he had been used to do, at his prayers. He did not remove his arms to do it; but they saw him fold them so, behind her neck. " Mamma is like...our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death ! Oh thank GOD, all who see it, for that... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1848 - 730 pàgines
...not remove his arms to do it; but they saw him fold them so, behind her neck. " Mamma is like yon, Floy. I know her by the face ! But tell them that...our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death ! Oh thank GOD, all who see it, for that... | |
 | J. B. Syme - 1852 - 196 pàgines
...there was a shore before him. Who stood on the bank ? THE MOURNER 8 FRIEND. to do it ; but they saw him fold them so, behind her neck. " Mamma is like...our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death ! Oh, thank God, all who see it, for that... | |
 | Lucy Coffin Starbuck - 1853 - 156 pàgines
...Earth's crushed and bleeding ones, where'er their lot may be. Olintendale, 1853. DEATH OF PAUL DOMBET. " The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and...our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion, Death : " — DOMBET ADD Son. PALE, within that silent... | |
 | Lucy Coffin Starbuck - 1853 - 160 pàgines
...Clintondale, 1853. DEATH OF PAUL DOMBEY. 11 The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing elm stirred in the room. The old, old fashion ! The fashion...our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion, Death ! " — DOMBEY AND SON. PALE, within that silent... | |
 | John Pierce Brace - 1853 - 298 pàgines
...breath stopped, and then, with a long-drawn sigh, the spirit left its clayey tenement. CHAPTER XXIX. " The old, old fashion ! The fashion that came in with...our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death ! " Dmribey and Son. " LIEUTENANT WADSWORTH,"... | |
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The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up... 
