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quaking under foot, that one must tr
ervening rabble; but our tyrant is strong enough, in the end, to win foreign wars, and then the haters veer about, almost in a night, come up on bended knees
ap in 1815, you will see that the frontiers trace in a startling way the scowling ou
years; and a new Frederick in spirit is rapidly lea
ounded of the intrigues, blood and passions of Austria, R
hs, half-truths, shuffling, cutting and stacking; you go confusedly from palace to people, prince to pauper, university
flashes of lightning-as you try to
in the National archives, one fills soon enough a ten-volume account-with a swamp
cessible if we get at his inner
row-beaten; a man who would for 40 years follow a plan by no means clear; often had to
but on the whole Otto's attitude was that of the mountain that defies the storm. He would never give in that, as it seemed to onlookers, a shaft of disagreeable truth had struck ho
actly what he desired. It was of course only an adroit explanation to protect his pride; the braze
time Bismarck's soul was tried b
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