Blood and Iron: Origin of German Empire as Revealed by Character of Its Founder, Bismarck

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Shakespeare Press, 1915 - Germany - 260 pages

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Page 257 - Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth : therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty : For he maketh sore, and bindeth up : he woundeth, and his hands make whole. He shall deliver thee in six troubles : yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee.
Page 257 - I would seek unto God, and unto God would I commit my cause: Which doeth great things and unsearchable; marvellous things without number...
Page 257 - So am I made to possess months of vanity, And wearisome nights are appointed to me. When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone ? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
Page 257 - He disappointeth the devices of the crafty, So that their hands cannot perform their enterprise. He taketh the wise in their own craftiness : And the counsel of the froward is carried headlong.
Page 257 - Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One. " What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
Page 240 - O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal* I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 186 - Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand, Like some of the simple great ones gone For ever and ever by, One still strong man in a blatant land, Whatever they call him, what care I, Aristocrat, democrat, autocrat — one Who can rule and dare not lie.
Page 257 - And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin is broken, and become loathsome. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
Page 76 - PATRIOTIC SONG. The God who made earth's iron hoard Scorned to create a slave, Hence unto man the spear and sword In his right hand he gave. Hence him with courage he imbued, Lent wrath to freedom's voice, That death or victory in the feud Might be his only choice.
Page 248 - Shakespear) that it will do any man's heart good to hear me ; I will roar, that I will make the duke say, let him roar again, let him roar again.

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