Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Nide 1Longmans, Green, 1876 - 475 sivua |
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... eyes of the whole world were upon him . The latest generations would know how , in that extremity , he had borne himself . To the brave peasants of the West he owed it to show that they had not poured forth their blood for a leader ...
... eyes of the whole world were upon him . The latest generations would know how , in that extremity , he had borne himself . To the brave peasants of the West he owed it to show that they had not poured forth their blood for a leader ...
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... eyes he read his doom . Yet a few hours of gloomy seclusion , and he must die a violent and shameful death . His heart sank within him . Life seemed worth pur- chasing by any humiliation ; nor could his mind , always feeble , and now ...
... eyes he read his doom . Yet a few hours of gloomy seclusion , and he must die a violent and shameful death . His heart sank within him . Life seemed worth pur- chasing by any humiliation ; nor could his mind , always feeble , and now ...
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... eyes . At sunset the armament was off Beachy Head . Then the lights were kindled . The sea was in a blaze for many miles . But the eyes of all the steersmen were directed throughout the night to three huge lanterns which flamed on the ...
... eyes . At sunset the armament was off Beachy Head . Then the lights were kindled . The sea was in a blaze for many miles . But the eyes of all the steersmen were directed throughout the night to three huge lanterns which flamed on the ...
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... of the crowds on the Lord Mayor's day . The houses were gaily decorated . Doors , windows , balconies , and roofs were thronged with gazers . An eye accustomed to the pomp of war would have found D 2 Landing of the Prince of Orange . 35.
... of the crowds on the Lord Mayor's day . The houses were gaily decorated . Doors , windows , balconies , and roofs were thronged with gazers . An eye accustomed to the pomp of war would have found D 2 Landing of the Prince of Orange . 35.
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Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay George Otto Trevelyan. eye accustomed to the pomp of war would have found much to criticise in the ... eye , may still be seen on the canvas of Kneller . Once those grave 35 Historical Scenes .
Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay George Otto Trevelyan. eye accustomed to the pomp of war would have found much to criticise in the ... eye , may still be seen on the canvas of Kneller . Once those grave 35 Historical Scenes .
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Admiral appeared arms army battle battle of Sedgemoor Blair Castle brave called character chief Church Clive command courage court crowd crown death Duke Dundee eloquence eminent enemy English Enniskillen Essay eyes favour fight fire fleet France Frances Burney Frederic French friends gentlemen hand Hastings head heart Highland History of England honour horse House of Commons human hundred Irish Irish army Jacobite James King letters lived London Londonderry looked Lord Lord Byron Lough Foyle Macaulay manner ment mind minister Miss Burney Monmouth Nabob nation never noble officers Omichund palace Parliament passed persons Pitt pleasure poet political Prince Prince of Orange Puritan Pusignan Queen ranks regiments religion Richard Hamilton royal scarcely seemed seen sent soldiers soon spirit strong thought thousand tion took town troops truth victory Voltaire Whig whole William write
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Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.