Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Volumen1Longmans, Green, 1876 - 475 páginas |
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... Irish officer , whose name afterwards obtained a melancholy celebrity , charged on the other flank . His men were beaten back . He was himself struck to the ground , and lay for a time as one dead . But the struggle of the hardy rustics ...
... Irish officer , whose name afterwards obtained a melancholy celebrity , charged on the other flank . His men were beaten back . He was himself struck to the ground , and lay for a time as one dead . But the struggle of the hardy rustics ...
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... Irish populace still continued to light bonfires on his birthday , in comme- moration of the services which they fancied that he had rendered to his country when his mind was in full vigour . While seven administrations were raised to ...
... Irish populace still continued to light bonfires on his birthday , in comme- moration of the services which they fancied that he had rendered to his country when his mind was in full vigour . While seven administrations were raised to ...
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... Irish army would terrify the garrison into submission . But Richard Hamilton , who knew the temper of the colonists better , had misgivings . The assailants were sure of one important ally within the walls . Lundy , the Governor , these ...
... Irish army would terrify the garrison into submission . But Richard Hamilton , who knew the temper of the colonists better , had misgivings . The assailants were sure of one important ally within the walls . Lundy , the Governor , these ...
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... Irish army entered Ulster , seems to have given up all thought of serious resistance . He talked so despondingly that the citizens and his own soldiers murmured against him . He seemed , they said , to be 1 Marshal Vauban , the ...
... Irish army entered Ulster , seems to have given up all thought of serious resistance . He talked so despondingly that the citizens and his own soldiers murmured against him . He seemed , they said , to be 1 Marshal Vauban , the ...
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... Irish , with James at their head , were now within four miles of the city . A tumultuous council of the chief inhabitants was called . Some of them vehemently reproached the Governor to his face with his treachery . He had sold them ...
... Irish , with James at their head , were now within four miles of the city . A tumultuous council of the chief inhabitants was called . Some of them vehemently reproached the Governor to his face with his treachery . He had sold them ...
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Página 474 - If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf.
Página 369 - 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 461 - 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 459 - 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 462 - And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may — For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray — Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war, And be your oriflamme, to-day, the helmet of Navarre.
Página 462 - 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 460 - Till the proud peak unfurled the flag o'er Darwin's rocky dales, Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light...
Página 459 - The fisher left his skiff to rock on Tamar's glittering waves : The rugged miners poured to war from Mendip's sunless caves: O'er Longleat's towers, o'er Cranbourne's oaks, the fiery herald flew: He roused the shepherds of Stonehenge, the rangers of Beaulieu. Right sharp and quick the bells all night rang out from Bristol town, And ere the day three hundred horse had met on Clifton down...
Página 458 - It was about the lovely close of a warm summer day, There came a gallant merchant-ship full sail to Plymouth Bay ; Her crew had seen Castile's black fleet, beyond Aurigny's Isle, At earliest twilight, on the waves lie heaving many a mile. At sunrise she escaped their van, by God's especial grace; And the tall Pinta, till the noon, had held her close in chase.
Página 461 - With all its priest-led citizens, and all its rebel peers, 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...