WonderFrederick Brigham De Berard Bodleian Society, 1902 |
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... SINTRAM : BY BARON DE LA MOTTE FOUQUÉ : There are few stories of the supernatural which bring out the beautiful as well as does the weird tale of Sintram , by the author of " Undine . " It tells of the young Norwegian lord who , because ...
... SINTRAM : BY BARON DE LA MOTTE FOUQUÉ : There are few stories of the supernatural which bring out the beautiful as well as does the weird tale of Sintram , by the author of " Undine . " It tells of the young Norwegian lord who , because ...
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... Drew in the petty princedoms under him , Fought , and in twelve great battles overcame The heathen hordes , and made a realm and reign'd . SINTRAM SINTRAM From the German of De La Motte Fouqué 146 FAMOUS TALES OF WONDER .
... Drew in the petty princedoms under him , Fought , and in twelve great battles overcame The heathen hordes , and made a realm and reign'd . SINTRAM SINTRAM From the German of De La Motte Fouqué 146 FAMOUS TALES OF WONDER .
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... Sintram , awakened by its rays , started up . He looked angrily at the chaplain , and said " So there is a priest in ... Sintram . " My child ! and thee ! If those horrible dreams had not again been haunting me , you would make me laugh ...
... Sintram , awakened by its rays , started up . He looked angrily at the chaplain , and said " So there is a priest in ... Sintram . " My child ! and thee ! If those horrible dreams had not again been haunting me , you would make me laugh ...
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... Sintram sank back on his bed as if thunderstruck , and Rolf said , softly , with a sigh : " You must not speak to my sick child with such severity , reverend sir . ” The boy raised himself again , and turning with tearful eyes to the ...
... Sintram sank back on his bed as if thunderstruck , and Rolf said , softly , with a sigh : " You must not speak to my sick child with such severity , reverend sir . ” The boy raised himself again , and turning with tearful eyes to the ...
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... Sintram called out to the stranger , " What are you doing there ? Give an account of your solitary labor ? " " I live in dying , " replied the other , with a fearful grin . " Whose are those bones on your garments ? " " They are relics ...
... Sintram called out to the stranger , " What are you doing there ? Give an account of your solitary labor ? " " I live in dying , " replied the other , with a fearful grin . " Whose are those bones on your garments ? " " They are relics ...
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angry armor arms Arthur baron beautiful flowers began Bertalda called castellan castle chaplain CHAPTER child cried Danube dark dear deep door dreams Eric Excalibur exclaimed face father fearful fell Fiery Eyes Folko forest Gabrielle gentle gleam golden Gotthard hall hand hast head heard heart heathen heaven Heigh-ho heraldic badge Högne holy honor horse Huldbrand human voice Jarl kindly king King Arthur knew Knight Biörn knightly Kühleborn lady land laugh light little master looked lord lute Menelaus Montfaucon morning mountains noble old fisherman old Rolf once pale passed pilgrim poor replied Sintram Ringstetten Rip Van Winkle rose round Rudlieb scarcely sea-king seemed silent sing Sir Bedivere Skalds smile softly song spirit squire stood strange stranger sweet sword tears tell thee thou thought tone tram Undine Verena voice weeping whispered wife wild wont words young knight young master youth
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الصفحة 237 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo, the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon!
الصفحة 125 - Tory, a Tory! A spy! A refugee! Hustle him! Away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order, and having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit what he came there for, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern. "Well, who are they? Name them.
الصفحة 118 - ... surrounded by perpendicular precipices, over the brinks of which impending trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky and the bright evening cloud.
الصفحة 122 - ... was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors — strange faces at the windows — everything was strange.
الصفحة 239 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
الصفحة 123 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe; but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.
الصفحة 120 - He now suspected that the grave roysters of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and, having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.
الصفحة 123 - It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay — the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog, that looked like Wolf, was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed — 'My very dog," sighed poor Rip, 'has forgotten...
الصفحة 235 - For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
الصفحة 232 - Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I...