Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Volumen1Longmans, Green, 1876 - 475 páginas |
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... enemy . Beneath him lay a flat ex- panse , now rich with cornfields and apple trees , but then , as its name imports , for the most part a dreary morass , When the rains were heavy , and the Parret and its tributary The Battle of ...
... enemy . Beneath him lay a flat ex- panse , now rich with cornfields and apple trees , but then , as its name imports , for the most part a dreary morass , When the rains were heavy , and the Parret and its tributary The Battle of ...
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... enemy was not altogether discourag- ing . The three divisions of the royal army lay far apart from one another . There was an appearance of negligence and of relaxed discipline in all their movements . It was reported that they were ...
... enemy was not altogether discourag- ing . The three divisions of the royal army lay far apart from one another . There was an appearance of negligence and of relaxed discipline in all their movements . It was reported that they were ...
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... enemy lay three broad rhines filled with water and soft mud . Two of these , called the Black Ditch and the Lang- moor Rhine , Monmouth knew that he must pass . But , strange to say , the existence of a trench , called the Bussex Rhine ...
... enemy lay three broad rhines filled with water and soft mud . Two of these , called the Black Ditch and the Lang- moor Rhine , Monmouth knew that he must pass . But , strange to say , the existence of a trench , called the Bussex Rhine ...
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... enemy was at hand . The drums of Dumbarton's regiment beat to arms ; and the men got fast into their ranks . It was time ; for Monmouth was already drawing up his army for action . He ordered Grey to lead the way with the cavalry , and ...
... enemy was at hand . The drums of Dumbarton's regiment beat to arms ; and the men got fast into their ranks . It was time ; for Monmouth was already drawing up his army for action . He ordered Grey to lead the way with the cavalry , and ...
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... enemies could inflict . Of cowardice Monmouth had never been accused ; and , even had he been wanting in constitu- tional courage , it might have been expected that the defect would be supplied by pride and by despair . The eyes of the ...
... enemies could inflict . Of cowardice Monmouth had never been accused ; and , even had he been wanting in constitu- tional courage , it might have been expected that the defect would be supplied by pride and by despair . The eyes of the ...
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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...