The Love of an Uncrowned Queen: Sophie Dorothea, Consort of George I., and Her Correspondence with Philip Christopher Count Königsmarck (now First Published from the Originals)

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Hutchinson & Company, 1900
 

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Page 311 - To this entertainment there often follows that of whipping a blinded Bear, which is performed by five or six men, standing circularly, with whips, which they exercise upon him without any mercy, as he cannot escape from them because of his chain.
Page 202 - What can we fear, we two? O God, Thou seest us Thy creatures bound Together by that law which holds the stars In palpitating cosmic passion bright; By which the very sun enthrals the earth, And all the waves of the world faint to the moon.
Page 311 - There is still another place, built in the form of a theatre, which serves for the baiting of bulls and bears; they are fastened behind, and then worried by gre'at English bull-dogs, but not without great...
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Page 48 - Sophia was a woman of good sense, and excellent conversation. I was very well acquainted with her. She sat very loose in her religious principles, and used to take a particular pleasure in setting a heretic, wherever she could meet with such, and one of her chaplains a disputing together.—The same.
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