| “And now, my bairns, wi’ my last breath, —“Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie, The” by Robert Burns |
| Yes, that last breath of balmy scent —“A Little Budding Rose” by Emily Jane Brontë |
| She was gone!–the last breath that she managed to draw —“Black Mousquetaire, The : A Legend of France” by Richard Harris Barham |
| And yet, at thy last breath, with mindless note —“To Shakespeare After Three Hundred Years” by Thomas Hardy |