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...Sewing at once, with a doable thread, Л Shroud as well as a Shirt *). But why do [ talk of Death? That Phantom of grisly bone, I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep, Oh, God ! that bread should be so dear,...

...sufficient food ? or had I bought a part of his life for my halfpenny ? I thought of the lines — " O God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap I" I looked round, and saw a man in a fur cap, sitting on the front of a populous spring-van. " Do...

...straights, that the sweat of their brow cannot purchase the bread which that alone might moisten. " Alas ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap !" Who shall plead their cause ? Who shall vindicate their right to a fair day's wages for a fair day's...