The infant's breathing grew more difficult, and the mother's mental tension increased.
"Tess of the d'Urbervilles" by Thomas Hardy
This is followed by the gobble-gobble, moo-moo, baa-baa, etc., as long as the laureate's imagination and the infant's breath hold good.
"The Diary of a Goose Girl" by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
He did not look round, but still gazing at the infant's face listened to his regular breathing.
"War and Peace" by Leo Tolstoy
Yes, he was asleep; the sound of his breathing rose and fell with the regularity of an infant's.
"Jess" by H. Rider Haggard
As the rosy day dawned in the east, Draxy's infant son drew his first mortal breath.
"Saxe Holm's Stories" by Helen Hunt Jackson
The sick man slept, and now his breathing was as sweet as an infant's.
"Scenes in Switzerland" by American Tract Society
It was placid as an infant's, and her breathing was soft and regular.
"The Safety Curtain, and Other Stories" by Ethel M. Dell
You think me as helpless, under Nipen's breath, as the poor infant that put out into the fiord the other day in a tub.
"Feats on the Fiord" by Harriet Martineau
She laid the infant on its mother's breast; its dainty breath came and went upon her face with the fragrance of a violet.
"The Royal Pawn of Venice" by Mrs. Lawrence Turnbull
There was not a stamp of a hoof, and their breathing was as gentle as an infant's.
"The Young Ranchers" by Edward S. Ellis
O'er her infant's couch of death,
Bent a widowed mother low;
And the quick, convulsive breath
Marked the inward weight of woe.
"The Maniac" by Mary Gardiner Horsford
It wakes ere yet the infant dreams
It's earliest vital breath;
And fails but when the mother's heart
Chills in the grasp of death.
"Motherly Emotions" by Frank Barbour Coffin
The name my infant ear first heard
Breathed softly with a mother's kiss;
His mother's own, no tenderer word
My father spake than this.
"A Name" by John Greenleaf Whittier
III. His bud of life was then but in its spring,
Mine scarce a germ in nature's bloomy wreath;
He taught my infant muse t' expand her wing,
I taught his youthful heart's first sigh to breathe.
"The Minstrel Boy" by Sydney Owenson
O sweeter than the breath of southern wind
With all its perfumes is the whisper'd prayer
From infant lips, and gentler than the hind,
The feet that bear
The heaven-directed youth in wisdom's pathway fair.
"The Infant St. John, The Baptist" by Nathan Covington Brooks
Now an infant's balmy breath
Gives the spirit seeming death,
When adown her pallid features fair Decay's damp dew-drops flow;
Now again her strong assault
Can make an army halt,
And trench itself in terror 'gainst the Spirit of the Snow.
"The Spirit Of The Snow" by Denis Florence MacCarthy