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Author: Georg Ebers
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Category : German fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 362
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Author: Georg Ebers
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Category : German fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 362
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Author: Georg Ebers
Publisher: BoD – Books on Demand
ISBN: 338704335X
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 634
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Reproduction of the original. The publishing house Megali specialises in reproducing historical works in large print to make reading easier for people with impaired vision.
Author: Georg Ebers
Publisher: Good Press
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Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 403
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"In the Fire of the Forge: A Romance of Old Nuremberg — Complete" by Georg Ebers, translated by Mary J. Safford, immerses readers in the medieval atmosphere of Old Nuremberg. Ebers weaves a captivating tale that follows the life and adventures of a young blacksmith named Kunz. The story is richly detailed, transporting readers to a bygone era and offering insights into the social dynamics, customs, and challenges of the time. Mary J. Safford's translation captures the essence of Ebers's prose, making this historical romance an engaging and enlightening read.
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Languages : en
Pages : 436
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Category : American literature
Languages : en
Pages : 1070
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Languages : en
Pages : 1066
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Author: Georg Ebers
Publisher: Library of Alexandria
ISBN: 1465503536
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 7857
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"God grant it!" exclaimed the young man. "I have heard nothing from my family for two months. That is hard. Pleasures smile along every path, and I like my profession of soldier, but it often grieves me sorely to hear so little from home. Oh! if one were only a bird, a sunbeam, or a shooting-star, one might, if only for the twinkling of an eye, learn how matters go at home and fill the soul with fresh gratitude, or, if it must be—but I will not think of that. In the valley of the Saale, the trees are blossoming and a thousand flowers deck all the meadows, just as they do here, and did there two years ago, when I left home for the second time. "After my father's death I was the heir, but neither hunting nor riding to court, neither singing nor the clinking of beakers could please me. I went about like a sleep-walker, and it seemed as if I had no right to live without my father. Then—it is now just two years ago—a messenger brought from Weimar a letter which had come from Italy with several others, addressed to our most gracious sovereign; it contained the news that our lost brother was still alive, lying sick and wretched in the hospital at Bergamo. A kind nun had written for him, and we now learned that on the journey from Valencia to Livorno Louis had been captured by corsairs and dragged to Tunis. How much suffering he endured there, with what danger he at last succeeded in obtaining his liberty, you shall learn later. He escaped to Italy on a Genoese galley. His feet carried him as far as Bergamo, but he could go no farther, and now lay ill, perhaps dying, among sympathizing strangers. I set out at once and did not spare horseflesh on the way to Bergamo, but though there were many strange and beautiful things to be seen on my way, they afforded me little pleasure, the thought of Louis, so dangerously ill, saddened my joyous spirits. Every running brook urged me to hasten, and the lofty mountains seemed like jealous barriers. When once beyond St. Gotthard I felt less anxious, and as I rode down from Bellinzona to Lake Lugano, and the sparkling surface of the water beyond the city smiled at me like a blue eye, forgot my grief for a time, waved my hat, and sung a song. In Bergamo I found my brother, alive, but enfeebled in mind and body, weak, and without any desire to take up the burden of life again. He had been in good hands, and after a few weeks we were able to travel homeward—this time I went through beautiful Tyrol. Louis's strength daily increased, but the wings of his soul had been paralyzed by suffering. Alas, for long years he had dug and carried heavy loads, with chains on his feet, beneath a broiling sun. Chevalier von Brand could not long endure this hard fate, but Louis, while in Tunis, forgot both how to laugh and weep, and which of the two can be most easily spared?
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Category : United States
Languages : en
Pages : 1164
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Author: Alfred Emanuel Smith
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Languages : en
Pages : 1164
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Author: John Meade Falkner
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Category : Literature
Languages : en
Pages : 264
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