This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ... taste of water is not nice, Since such a lot therein are drowned Of sinful men and fowl and hound; Indeed, I, wretched sinner, think I'd like some other sort of drink." Then reached the Lord to heaven's shrine And gave old Noah a slip of vine, With many a word of sound advice To guard the plant of Paradise; ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ... taste of water is not nice, Since such a lot therein are drowned Of sinful men and fowl and hound; Indeed, I, wretched sinner, think I'd like some other sort of drink." Then reached the Lord to heaven's shrine And gave old Noah a slip of vine, With many a word of sound advice To guard the plant of Paradise; At thought of such a juicy food The old chap felt all over good. And then he called his family, His wife and children, there to see; And planted vineyards all about--Old Noah was not a stupid lout! Dug cellars deep and pressed his wine, And stored it up in kegs of pine. A pious man was Father Noah, He tapped the barrels o'er and o'er, And for the love of God he drank, It was religion, not a prank; And after that the flood was done He drank three fifty years and one. MORAL. A prudent man can clearly see That too much wine can never be; And that no Christian, if he's good, Adds water to the ruddy fluid; Because in water once were drowned All sinful men and fowl and hound. w The First Spree. AUGUST KOPISCH. HEN from the wine-press' bloody store Old Noah's goblet first ran o'er, There clustered 'round his throne The wives and babes he called his own; For in those days no wine was known. And as he raised the cup on high They watched his face with anxious eye--He placed it to his lip; And touched it slowly with the tip Of tongue; then took a cautious sip. He emptied one, he emptied two, A third likewise, and felt like new--The poor old thing! And then he gave a lusty spring, And then he started out to sing. "Praise God!" he cries, and leaps again; "Good wine befrees from every pain." He jumped up from the floor; "Dear wife, how good I feel all o'er; Give me, I prithee, one drop more." But soon he sank, to wine a...
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Add this copy of German Lyrics to cart. $49.69, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2010 by Nabu Press.
Add this copy of German Lyrics to cart. $57.00, very good condition, Sold by Between the Covers-Rare Books rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Gloucester City, NJ, UNITED STATES, published 1892 by Private Printing.
