Word: soule
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Christmas celebration in Germanic lands is not an invention of the Christian Church but of our forefathers. The day of the Winter Solstice was holy to our ancestors and the period around the Winter Solstice was filled with the fairyland magic of the Nordic soul. In this period gifts were exchanged without an indecent hind-thought of getting a reward from Heaven in return. The Nordic man did not think of a reward for decent deeds. For us therefore, even the Christian Christmas remains a festival of Germanic love, Germanic ways and Germanic benevolence.-Governor Wilhelm Kube of Brandenburg Province...
...Green Room's college cast offered a smooth, intelligent performance. If they often Jacked force, and could almost never suggest the dark corners of the Renaissance soul, they were seldom stagy, seldom obscure, spoke blank verse with distinction. Broadway might have done better, but Broadway refuses...
...still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side; Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain...
...Bernadotte, and became Queen of Sweden. A self-portrait opens the amazingly foresighted story: "Clisson was born for war. . . . He was meditating on the principles of the military art at a time when those of his age were at school and chasing after girls. . . ." Brooding because his greatness of soul escaped general notice, he sometimes "passed whole hours meditating in the depths of the woods . . . deep in reverie, by the light of the silver star of love...
...quarreling operatically because Eugénie is jealous. Climax comes when Clisson, heading a victorious army, learns he succeeded too well when he dispatched a handsome young officer to comfort Eugénie. "Adieu," he writes in a last letter. ". . . Kiss my sons -may they not have the ardent soul of their father! They would be, like him, the victims of men, glory, and love!" Then Clisson "flung himself headlong into the mèlée, and expired, pierced with a thousand blows...