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...In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt. " But why do I talk of Death ! That Phantom of grisly...seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep, Oh ! God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work — work — work ;...

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...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...

...why do I talk of Death > That phantom of grizly bone, I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems fo like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fusts I keep, Oh ! God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap !" But we had beat...

...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...