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DEAR JENNY: We have got into a very lonely place. I did not know there was such a lonely place on the Rhine. The name of it is St. Goar; but they pronounce it St. Gwar. The river is shut in closely by the mountains on both sides, and also above and below; so that it seems as if we were in a very deep valley, with a pond of water in the bottom of it.
Goar, and possesses a remarkable echo which may partly account for the legend. The Lorelei Many are the legends which cluster round the name of the Lorelei.
Ere they departed on the following morning Charlemagne and his court presented rich offerings at the shrine, and the Emperor afterward endowed the monastery with lands of great extent, by which means it is to be hoped that he succeeded in propitiating the jealous saint. The Reconciliation One more tale of St. Goar may be added, dealing this time with Charlemagnes sons, Pepin and Karloman.
She had said, voluntarily or involuntarily, better things than he expected, and perhaps too much in her own opinion, for she hardly gave him an opportunity of replying. They passed St. Goar and Boppard, and when steering round the sharp bend of the river just beyond the latter place De Stancy met her again, exclaiming, 'You left me very suddenly.
Goar salmon; which was long proudly chronicled in his family, and is now unearthed from among the ancient honourable records of Cologne. The Goshawk was Farina's bridesman, and a very spiriting bridesman was he! Aunt Lisbeth sat in a corner, faintly smiling. 'Child! said the little lady to Margarita when they kissed at parting, 'your courage amazes me. Do you think? Do you know?
Goar," and his "Salzburg" opposite a beautifully-engraved plate, all hills, towers, boats, and figures moving picturesquely under the sunset, in Turner's manner more or less, "Engraved by E. Goodall from a drawing by W. Purser." It was almost like being Mr. Rogers himself. He was now close upon seventeen, and it was time to think seriously of his future.
The words were repeated by the Emperors panic-stricken train, who now saw that the storm was of miraculous origin. Let us go ashore, said Charlemagne in an awed voice. In the name of God and St. Goar, let us go ashore. We will pray at the shrine of the saint that he may help us make peace with Heaven.
I found him sitting at his writing table, and he appeared annoyed at being disturbed by a stranger. I did not mention my name; but merely said that I could not pass St. Goar without paying my respects to the poet Frieligrath. "That is very kind of you," said he, in a very cold tone; and then asked who I was.
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