John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
James Aldrih 1810-1856 John Bartlett
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Her suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away In statue-like repose. |
A Death-Bed. |
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But when the sun in all his state Illumed the eastern skies, She passed through Glory’s morning-gate, And walked in Paradise. 1 |
A Death-Bed. |
Note 1. Thomas Hood: The Death Bed, page 591. Phœbe Cary: The Wife, page 171. [back] |