WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very... The Family friend [ed. by R.K. Philp]. - Pagina 381geredigeerd door Volledige weergave
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...hair and frantically grappled with the unyielding walls of the narrow prison? VI I THE SIGNS OF DEATH Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes...thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. —Thomas Hood, The Death-bed The acceptance of putrefaction as the sole reliable sign of...