And Lizaveta Petrovna, with one hand supporting the wobbling head, lifted up on the other arm the strange, limp, red creature, whose head was lost in its swaddling clothes
. But it had a nose, too, and slanting eyes and smacking lips.
A very young brother of his, who was in swaddling clothes
, was still alive and crying abandoned in his cradle.
For what greater nonsense can there be in connection with what we are now discussing than for an infant to appear in swaddling clothes
in the first scene of the first act, and in the second a grown-up bearded man?
Thither came Earth carrying him swiftly through the black night to Lyctus first, and took him in her arms and hid him in a remote cave beneath the secret places of the holy earth on thick-wooded Mount Aegeum; but to the mightily ruling son of Heaven, the earlier king of the gods, she gave a great stone wrapped in swaddling clothes
. Then he took it in his hands and thrust it down into his belly: wretch!
George had taken it firmly, and held it away from him, and had begun to unravel it as if he were taking the swaddling clothes
off a new-born infant; and, before he had unwound a dozen yards, the thing was more like a badly-made door-mat than anything else.
I have seen a better soldier with pap for food and swaddling clothes
It also claims that a demon-possessed child was cured by contact with Jesus' swaddling clothes
. Other sick folk are healed by Jesus' bathwater.
The body of Christ was wrapped in swaddling clothes
at his birth but in shrouds at his death.
And she gave birth to her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes
and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn." Luke 2:6-7
The stollen, Koa said, is a Christmas pastry that originated in Germany and is baked only once a year to commemorate the birth of Christ wrapped in swaddling clothes
"And this will be a sign for you: you will find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes
and lying in a manger," notes the Gospel of Luke.
Beyond the tinsel and glitter of commercialism, this is the time for us to reflect on the Infant who was born in swaddling clothes
with nothing more than His parents on a cold winter night.