Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Volumen1Longmans, Green, 1876 - 475 páginas |
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... turning - point of her political course , the wisdom , the firmness , and the self - control which alone enable a nation to reconcile freedom with order , and progress with precedent . To be read by people of all opinions , and classes ...
... turning - point of her political course , the wisdom , the firmness , and the self - control which alone enable a nation to reconcile freedom with order , and progress with precedent . To be read by people of all opinions , and classes ...
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... turned could not dispel the gloom which sate on his brow . Those who had seen him during his progress through Somersetshire five years before could not now observe without pity the traces of distress and anxiety on those soft and ...
... turned could not dispel the gloom which sate on his brow . Those who had seen him during his progress through Somersetshire five years before could not now observe without pity the traces of distress and anxiety on those soft and ...
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... turned up ghastly memorials of the slaughter , skulls , and thighbones , and strange weapons made out of implements of husbandry . Old peasants related very recently that , in their childhood , they were accustomed to play on the moor ...
... turned up ghastly memorials of the slaughter , skulls , and thighbones , and strange weapons made out of implements of husbandry . Old peasants related very recently that , in their childhood , they were accustomed to play on the moor ...
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... turned to the south east . But the way was beset with dangers . The three fugi- tives had to traverse a country in which every one already knew the event of the battle , and in which no traveller of suspicious appearance could escape a ...
... turned to the south east . But the way was beset with dangers . The three fugi- tives had to traverse a country in which every one already knew the event of the battle , and in which no traveller of suspicious appearance could escape a ...
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... turned out among the bushes . The day closed before the work could be completed : but careful watch was kept all night . Thirty times the fugitives ventured to look through the outer hedge : but everywhere they found a sentinel on the ...
... turned out among the bushes . The day closed before the work could be completed : but careful watch was kept all night . Thirty times the fugitives ventured to look through the outer hedge : but everywhere they found a sentinel on the ...
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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.