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Page 95 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 125 - The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil : yea, it is even He That shall keep thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and thy coming in : from this time forth for evermore.
Page 126 - Sion's hill I lift my eyes, From thence expecting aid; From Sion's hill and Sion's GOD, Who heaven and earth has made. 2 He will not let thy foot be moved, Thy guardian will not sleep ; Behold, the GOD who slumbers not Will favor'd Israel keep. 3 Shelter'd beneath th' ALMIGHTY'S wings, Thou shalt securely rest, Where neither sun nor moon shall thee By day or night molest.
Page 69 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her ? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying ; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Page 130 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!
Page 88 - Sometimes a horse I'll be, sometimes a hound, A hog, a headless bear, sometimes a fire; And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
Page 185 - ... curse to every virtue he continues harping on in the same strain until he is cut short. Be sure you salute him at once with ' My active fellow, take you this spade and get your own bread with it honestly, and don't filch from others.