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... Ebbo . " " Yes , even so , " she heard Freiherr Eberhard return ; " but she is slow and townbred . She was afraid of crossing the moat . " And then both laughed , so that Christina's cheeks tingled as she emerged from the turret into ...
... Ebbo . " " Yes , even so , " she heard Freiherr Eberhard return ; " but she is slow and townbred . She was afraid of crossing the moat . " And then both laughed , so that Christina's cheeks tingled as she emerged from the turret into ...
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... Ebbo could only win for me this gold chain and medal , which was round the old merchant's neck . " " Was he slain ? " Christina asked with pale lips . " I only know I did not kill him , " returned the baron ; " I had him down and got ...
... Ebbo could only win for me this gold chain and medal , which was round the old merchant's neck . " " Was he slain ? " Christina asked with pale lips . " I only know I did not kill him , " returned the baron ; " I had him down and got ...
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... Ebbo . She knew she should be better if she might only sit on his knee , and lay her head on his shoulder . The old Freiherr offered to accommodate her ; but she rejected him petulantly , and still called for Ebbo , till he went down ...
... Ebbo . She knew she should be better if she might only sit on his knee , and lay her head on his shoulder . The old Freiherr offered to accommodate her ; but she rejected him petulantly , and still called for Ebbo , till he went down ...
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... Ebbo . " CHAPTER V. THE YOUNG FREIHERR . ERMENTRUDE VON ADLERSTEIN slept with her forefathers in the vaults of the hermitage chapel , and Christina Sorel's work was done . Surely it was time for her to return home , though she should be ...
... Ebbo . " CHAPTER V. THE YOUNG FREIHERR . ERMENTRUDE VON ADLERSTEIN slept with her forefathers in the vaults of the hermitage chapel , and Christina Sorel's work was done . Surely it was time for her to return home , though she should be ...
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... Ebbo . Could she venture on telling him so ? Or were it not better that there were no farewell ? And she wept again that he should think her ungrate- ful . She could not persuade herself to release the doves , but committed the charge ...
... Ebbo . Could she venture on telling him so ? Or were it not better that there were no farewell ? And she wept again that he should think her ungrate- ful . She could not persuade herself to release the doves , but committed the charge ...
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Page 212 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity ; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea : Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder everlastingly.
Page 216 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of heaven and home!
Page 217 - TOLL for the brave! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore ! Eight hundred of the brave, Whose courage well was tried, Had made the vessel heel, And laid her on her side. A land breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset ; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete.
Page 215 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight, — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid, — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue, lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, — He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Page 212 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves ; And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Page 217 - LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid — Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng ; • With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course ; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes.
Page 294 - I have often inquired of myself what great principle or idea it was that kept this confederacy so long together. It was not the mere matter of the separation of the colonies from the mother-land, but that sentiment in the Declaration of Independence which gave liberty, not alone to the people of this country, but, I hope, to the world, for all future time.
Page 217 - Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up Once dreaded by our foes ! And mingle with our cup The tear that England owes. Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again Full charged with England's thunder, And plough the distant main...
Page 217 - Robin Gray he was gudeman to me, I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When mournfu...
Page 216 - Home they brought her warrior dead : She nor swooned, nor uttered cry : All her maidens, watching, said, " She must weep or she will die.