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. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...It is only in dreams that the cricketers shout in far-off meadowlands miles away, It is only hope that brings to an end the terrible close of a pitiless day. A CRY FROM THE SHOP! 41 We seize the blinds and we drag them down, to darken the cheat of the blinding sun, t We face despair when the day begins, and ...
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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. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...It is only in dreams that the cricketers shout in far-off meadowlands miles away, It is only hope that brings to an end the terrible close of a pitiless day. A CRY FROM THE SHOP! 41 We seize the blinds and we drag them down, to darken the cheat of the blinding sun, t We face despair when the day begins, and sigh our thanks when the day is done. It were better for us if the heavens grew black, and the blue of the sky were clouded o'er, Than feel the hush of the silent streets, and see the Sun at the open door; Oh! hear us, Brothers and Sisters, too! You have hearts like ours; so in mercy stop, And listen alittleto those who plead, in suppliant tone, this cry from the Shop! THE LAY OP THE LIFEBOAT. Gentlemen all, are your glasses charged, for I've a toast for the winter weather. Answer it, then, with a three times three; voice and heart, if you please, together. It is not a sorrowful theme I sing, though the red leaves rot in the winter garden, And east winds meet the embrace of the north, our throats to scourge and muscles to harden. Come far away from the weary fogs, those winding-sheets of our London life; Away from the prowl of the burgler sneak, and the thud of the brute who has kicked his wife. I'd tell to-day of the rockbound coast, the screaming surf, and the sea-blown sand; And drink to the men who are off to sea, when the sailors shout that the Lifeboat's manned. They talk of battles, and rank and file: they call the roll, count cannon and loss; And Tom he wears a corporal's stripe, and brave little Jim the Victoria Cross. They march to the front with fife and drum, and follow the beat of the regiment's band; They see their flag as it waves, and hear the jolly old colonel 3 clear command. But there's never a sound in the battle at sea, ...
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