1 "The cradle of our race," she seemed to say.
2 She had a daughter too, she told him, in the cradle.
3 But the cradle was by the bounty of Heaven washed ashore.
4 Wrapped up carefully to preserve it from damage and dry-rot was the old family cradle, of rosewood.
5 I only hope this'll teach master not to have any more of these dreadful creatures, that are born to be murderers and robbers from their very cradle.
6 Our mental existences, which are immaterial and have no dimensions, are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave.
7 So, from the cradle to the grave, women strove to make men pleased with themselves, and the satisfied men repaid lavishly with gallantry and adoration.
8 She was seventeen years old and she had a husband lying at Oakland Cemetery and a baby in his cradle at Aunt Pittypat's and everyone thought she should be content with her lot.
9 Clutching the wallet to her, Scarlett ran across the hall to the room where little Beau was sleeping in the low cradle.
10 From the cradle, Alfred was an aristocrat; and as he grew up, instinctively, all his sympathies and all his reasonings were in that line, and all mother's exhortations went to the winds.
11 I was once Emperor of all the Russias, but was dethroned in my cradle.
12 Within was a large whitewashed room, with a bed draped in printed cotton stuff, and a cradle in one corner, a few wooden chairs, and a double-barrelled gun hanging on the wall.
Les Misérables 1 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I—THE EVENING OF A DAY OF WALKING 13 Dear Holy Virgin, beside my stove I have set a cradle with ribbons decked.
Les Misérables 1 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 7: CHAPTER VI—SISTER SIMPLICE PUT TO THE PROOF 14 Behind these beds, and half hidden, stood an uncurtained wicker cradle, in which the little boy who had cried all the evening lay asleep.
Les Misérables 2 By Victor HugoContext Highlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER VIII—THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE'S H... 15 After that, she took the baby out of its little cradle, and nursed it.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 8. MY HOLIDAYS. ESPECIALLY ONE HAPPY AFTERNOON