Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Volumen1Longmans, Green, 1876 - 475 páginas |
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... COURT Life of MISS BURNEY 420 427 THE DUTY OF THE STATE WITH REGARD TO EDUCATION 440 POETRY . THE BATTLE OF MONCONTOUR THE ARMADA IVRY EPITAPH ON A JACOBITE VIRGINIA 457 • 458 461 464 464 HISTORICAL SCENES HISTORICAL SCENES . THE BATTLE ...
... COURT Life of MISS BURNEY 420 427 THE DUTY OF THE STATE WITH REGARD TO EDUCATION 440 POETRY . THE BATTLE OF MONCONTOUR THE ARMADA IVRY EPITAPH ON A JACOBITE VIRGINIA 457 • 458 461 464 464 HISTORICAL SCENES HISTORICAL SCENES . THE BATTLE ...
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... court and of the populace , accustomed to be loved and wor- shipped wherever he appeared , was now surrounded by stern gaolers in whose eyes he read his doom . Yet a few hours of gloomy seclusion , and he must die a violent and shameful ...
... court and of the populace , accustomed to be loved and wor- shipped wherever he appeared , was now surrounded by stern gaolers in whose eyes he read his doom . Yet a few hours of gloomy seclusion , and he must die a violent and shameful ...
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... Court , submit to their fate without womanish entreaties and lamentations . Monmouth and Grey remained at Ringwood two days . They were then carried up to London , under the guard of a large body of regular troops and militia . In the ...
... Court , submit to their fate without womanish entreaties and lamentations . Monmouth and Grey remained at Ringwood two days . They were then carried up to London , under the guard of a large body of regular troops and militia . In the ...
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... courts . Thither was borne , before the window where Jane Grey was praying , the mangled corpse of Guilford Dudley . Edward Seymour , Duke of Somerset , and Protector of the realm , reposes there by the brother whom he murdered . There ...
... courts . Thither was borne , before the window where Jane Grey was praying , the mangled corpse of Guilford Dudley . Edward Seymour , Duke of Somerset , and Protector of the realm , reposes there by the brother whom he murdered . There ...
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... court intrigues or of changes in the sentiments of the higher classes of society , the profligate Wilkes retained his hold on the affections of a rabble whom he pillaged and ridi- culed . Politicians , who , in 1807 , had sought to ...
... court intrigues or of changes in the sentiments of the higher classes of society , the profligate Wilkes retained his hold on the affections of a rabble whom he pillaged and ridi- culed . Politicians , who , in 1807 , had sought to ...
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Página 459 - And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand; And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Página 367 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene: But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try. Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head, Down as upon a bed.
Página 457 - And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters lay. Ho ! strike the flagstaff deep, Sir Knight : ho ! scatter flowers, fair maids : Ho ! gunners, fire a loud salute : ho ! gallants, draw your blades : Thou sun, shine on her joyously — ye breezes, waft her wide; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM, the banner of our pride.
Página 461 - Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of Saint Genevieve, keep watch and ward to-night.
Página 460 - Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood; And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war, To fight for his own holy name, and Henry of Navarre.
Página 459 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Página 458 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires: At once the wild alarum...
Página 148 - There the historian of the Roman Empire thought of the days when Cicero pleaded the cause of Sicily against Verres, and when, before a senate which still retained some show of freedom, Tacitus thundered against the oppressor of Africa. There were seen, side by side, the greatest painter and the greatest scholar of the age. The spectacle had allured Reynolds from that easel which has preserved to us the thoughtful foreheads of so many writers and statesmen, and the sweet smiles of so many noble matrons.
Página 461 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail; And then, we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man; But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Página 148 - ... mother of a beautiful race, the Saint Cecilia whose delicate features, lighted up by love and music, art has rescued from the common decay'. There were the members of that brilliant society which quoted, criticised, and exchanged repartees, under the rich peacock-hangings of Mrs.