 | Henryk Sienkiewicz - Poland - 1893 - 560 pages
...he was given at the moment : — " Nothing is silver, nothing is gold to me now, Nothing is fortune. Let me die at the fence, then, of hunger, If only near thee." But after a certain time that movement began to decrease, and at last stopped completely. A silence... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner - Literature - 1896 - 498 pages
...he was given at the moment: — " Nothing is silver, nothing is gold to me now, Nothing is fortune. Let me die at the fence, then, of hunger, If only near thee." But after a certain time that movement began to decrease, and at last stopped completely. A silence... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne - Anthologies - 1897 - 682 pages
...he was given at the moment: — " Nothing is silver, nothing is gold to me now, Nothing is fortune. Let me die at the fence, then, of hunger, If only near thee." But after a certain time that movement began to decrease, and at last stopped completely. A silence... | |
 | American fiction - 1919 - 548 pages
...he was given at the moment : — " Nothing is silver, nothing is gold to me now, Nothing is fortune. Let me die at the fence, then, of hunger, If only near thee." But after a certain time that movement began to decrease, and at last stopped completely. A silence... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George Henry Warner - Literature - 1902 - 450 pages
...her bright head. " O Michael, so pleasant ! ai, ai ! Did you not hear what that man was singing ? B Here she repeated the last words of the little song,...me die at the fence, then, of hunger, If only near thee.J> A moment of silence followed, which the little knight interrupted : — "But listen, Basia."... | |
 | American fiction - 1919 - 550 pages
...he was given at the moment : — " Nothing is silver, nothing is gold to me now, Nothing is fortune. Let me die at the fence, then, of hunger, If only near thee." But after a certain time that movement began to decrease, and at last stopped completely. A silence... | |
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... of the slain. Their lanterns were gleaming on the place of combat like fireflies. Some of them called to one another; and one was singing in an undertone a sweet song not beseeming the work to which he was given at the moment : — " Nothing is silver,... 