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Page 63 - Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidst me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come!
Page 85 - Came the boys like a flock of sheep, Hailing the snow piled white and deep, Past the woman so old and gray, Hastened the children on their way, Nor offered a helping hand to her, So meek, so timid, afraid to stir Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet Should crowd her down on the slippery street.
Page 92 - You needn't laugh, sir ; they were not then Such a burning libel on God's creatures : I was one of your handsome men ! If you had seen her, so fair and young, Whose head was happy on this breast ! If you could have heard the songs I sung When the wine went round, you wouldn't...
Page 83 - God is our guide! from field, from wave, From plough, from anvil, and from loom, We come, our country's rights to save, And speak a tyrant faction's doom. And hark ! we raise from sea to sea The sacred watchword, Liberty ! VOL.
Page 92 - ... should part — Better the soberest, prosiest life Than a blasted home and a broken heart. I have seen her ! Once I was weak and spent On the dusty road ; a carriage stopped ; But little she dreamed, as on she went, Who kissed the coin that her fingers dropped...
Page 91 - Take your rifle ! (Some dogs have arms, you see !) Now hold your Cap while the gentlemen give a trifle, To aid a poor old patriot soldier ! March ! Halt ! Now show how tne rebel shakes When he stands up to hear his sentence.
Page 39 - The battle is not to the strong, nor the race to the swift, any more in worldly happiness than in other things.
Page 90 - s been frozen,) Plenty of catgut for my fiddle, (This out-door business is bad for strings,) Then a few nice buckwheats hot from the griddle, And Roger and I set up for kings ! No, thank ye, sir, — I never drink ; Roger and I are exceedingly moral, — Aren't we, Roger? — see him wink! — Well, something hot, then, — we won't quarrel. He 's thirsty, too, — see him nod his head...
Page 65 - Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Page 93 - I'm better now ; that glass was warming. — You rascal ! limber your lazy feet ! We must be fiddling and performing For supper and bed, or starve in the street. — Not a very gay life to lead, you think? But soon we shall go where lodgings are free, And the sleepers need neither victuals nor drink: — The sooner, the better for Roger and me...