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Pāgina 17 - 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.
Pāgina 66 - The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them high and lowly, And ordered their estate.
Pāgina 19 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Pāgina 66 - ALL things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
Pāgina 38 - LITTLE drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land.
Pāgina 9 - You are old, Father William, the young man cried, And pleasures with youth pass away, And yet you lament not the days that are gone, Now tell me the reason, I pray.
Pāgina 56 - And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Pāgina 20 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win.' 'But what good came of it at last?' Quoth little Peterkin: — 'Why, that I cannot tell,' said he, 'But 'twas a famous victory.