curtain tossing and streaming in the gale, and there she
"Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes?
"Saturn, sleep on! while at thy feet I weep."
As when, upon a tranced summer-night,
Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir,
Save from one gradual solitary gust
Which comes upon the silence, and dies off,
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- In three strides he found his foot splashing in water.
- I was moving along, listening with half an ear to the lieutenant’s
- little place whose name I could not make out. The station-master
- “The village is five minutes off at the foot of the avenue,”
- his boys had deserted, for a hunting party from the bungalow
- me of some use, and if he was going to use me he was bound
- It was a big place with only a tiny stove to warm it, and
- cabinets was a profusion of knickknacks, and there was
- bivouacked near us. They had no shelter during the rain.
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- route,” and he took a paper from his pocket. “Your
- that had made him successful in peace. He had imagination
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- Fatherland, Herr Brandt,” he said. “You are not of
- It was Gaudian, to bid me join him and Stumm in his study.
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- the leadership of each to men whom he believed that he
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