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When rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear

Talking in bed ought to be easiest,
Lying together there goes back so far,
An emblem of two people being honest
Yet more and more time passes silently

When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head,
Which precludes alike thought or repose,
How little one cares For the grandest affairs That may busy the world as it goes
How little one feels For the waltzes and reels Of ou...

Standing by my bed in gold sandals Dawn that very moment awoke me

WE watch'd her breathing thro' the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro
So silently we seem'd to speak,

The wind's on the
And the night is a-cold,
And Thames runs chill'Twixt mead and hill
But kind and

Мне от бед своих нету роздыху, —
От отеческих и чужих разрух

А по воздуху, а по воздуху, —

Unfinished beds are those beds made of raw wood boards, and buyers can customize them to their specifications. Tufting is where a diamond pattern is created over the fabric or leather by tightly pulling the upholstery backward and anchoring it wit...