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Сторінка 20 - There were two men in one city ; the one rich, and the other poor. The rich man had exceeding many flocks and herds: but the poor man had nothing, save one little ewe lamb, which he had bought and nourished up : and it grew up together with him, and with his children; it did eat of his own meat, and drank of his own cup, and lay in his bosom, and was unto him...
Сторінка 53 - The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart; Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart: Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget!
Сторінка 54 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget— left we forget!
Сторінка 17 - Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth...
Сторінка 102 - em was brave an' some was not. The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese; But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot. We never got a ha'porth's change of 'im: 'E squatted in the scrub an...
Сторінка 113 - is dirty 'ide 'E was white, clear white, inside When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire! It was 'Din! Din! Din!' With the bullets kickin
Сторінка 112 - E would dot an' carry one Till the longest day was done; An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear. If we charged or broke or cut, You could bet your bloomin' nut, 'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
Сторінка 69 - From the Virgins my mid-sea course was ta'en " Over a thousand islands lost in an idle main, " Where the sea-egg flames on the coral and the long-backed breakers croon " Their endless ocean legends to the lazy, locked lagoon.