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... believe it . " " Scarce do I , " said Friedel ; " but there haunts me evermore the descrip- tion of the kindly German chained between the decks of the corsair's galley . Once and again have I dreamt thereof . And , Ebbo , recollect the ...
... believe it . " " Scarce do I , " said Friedel ; " but there haunts me evermore the descrip- tion of the kindly German chained between the decks of the corsair's galley . Once and again have I dreamt thereof . And , Ebbo , recollect the ...
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... believe that the blessed Friedmund could stoop to bless me . " " Ha ! " shouted Ebbo , glad to see an object on which to vent his secret annoyance . " Who goes there , skulk- ing round the rocks ? Here , rogue , what art after here ...
... believe that the blessed Friedmund could stoop to bless me . " " Ha ! " shouted Ebbo , glad to see an object on which to vent his secret annoyance . " Who goes there , skulk- ing round the rocks ? Here , rogue , what art after here ...
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... believe so , ” said Friedel . " Ever together , " said Ebbo , holding his hand . " But alas ! My mother ! Would I had never sent thee to the traitor . " " Ah ! So comes her comfort , " said Friedel . " Heard you not ? He owned that my ...
... believe so , ” said Friedel . " Ever together , " said Ebbo , holding his hand . " But alas ! My mother ! Would I had never sent thee to the traitor . " " Ah ! So comes her comfort , " said Friedel . " Heard you not ? He owned that my ...
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... believe him ; and here he stood like one indifferent , evi- dently measuring how far his young host would go in his cause . " I cannot swear that his real name is Theurdank , " said Ebbo , rallying his forces , " but this I swear , that ...
... believe him ; and here he stood like one indifferent , evi- dently measuring how far his young host would go in his cause . " I cannot swear that his real name is Theurdank , " said Ebbo , rallying his forces , " but this I swear , that ...
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... believe , who wrote all those epistles to somebody . " " " No doubt of it , " said Rufus Hutton , who knew more of Hindustani than of Latin and Greek combined ; " and yet St. Paul wrote some . " " Not in Latin , my dear sir ; all St ...
... believe , who wrote all those epistles to somebody . " " " No doubt of it , " said Rufus Hutton , who knew more of Hindustani than of Latin and Greek combined ; " and yet St. Paul wrote some . " " Not in Latin , my dear sir ; all St ...
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Page 208 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
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Page 453 - What though the music of thy rustic flute Kept not for long its happy, country tone, Lost it too soon, and learnt a stormy note, Of men contention-tost...
Page 201 - Beautiful ! my Country ! ours once more ! Smoothing thy gold of war-dishevelled hair O'er such sweet brows as never other Wore, And letting thy set lips, Freed from wrath's pale eclipse, The rosy edges of their smile lay bare, What words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make thee know it, Among the Nations bright beyond compare ? What were our lives without thee ? What all our lives to save thee ? We reck not what we gave thee ; We will not dare to doubt thee, But ask whatever else,...
Page 232 - CONSIDER. Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief: — We are as they; Like them we fade away, As doth a leaf. Consider The sparrows of the air of small account: Our God doth view Whether they fall or mount, — He guards us too. Consider The lilies that do neither spin nor toil, Yet are most fair: — What profits all this care And all this coil?
Page 357 - ... the organ be ever useful to an animal under changing conditions of life, then the difficulty of believing that a perfect and complex eye could be formed by natural selection, though insuperable by our imagination, can hardly be considered real.
Page 453 - Here cam'st thou in thy jocund youthful time, Here was thine height of strength, thy golden prime ! And still the haunt beloved a virtue yields.