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Alex. Ewing
Alexander Ewing (1830–1895) was a Scottish composer, writer, and translator, known for his contributions to music and literature. He is best remembered for composing the hymn tune "St. George's Edinburgh," which is often paired with the hymn "Jerusalem the Golden." Besides his musical achievements, Ewing translated works by German authors and wrote articles on music and literary topics. His book "Tales of the Sunny South" reflects his interest in storytelling and travel.
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The ever-fluctuating vicissitudes of human life had once more scattered our little group of friends asunder. Sylvester had gone back to his country home; Ottmar had travelled away on business, and so had Cyprian; Vincent was still in the town, but (after his accustomed fashion) he had disappeared in the turmoil, and was nowhere to be seen; Lothair was nursing Theodore, who had been laid on a bed of...
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THE SERAPION BRETHREN. "Look at the question how one will, the bitter conviction is not to be got rid of by persuasion, or by force, that what has been never, never can be again. It is useless to contend with the irresistible power of Time, which goes on continually creating by a process of constant destruction. Nothing survives save the shadowy reflected images left by that part of our lives...
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