Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Nide 1Longmans, Green, 1876 - 475 sivua |
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... sent away . The foot were divided into six regiments . Many of the men had been in the militia , and still wore their uniforms , red and yellow . The cavalry were about a thousand in number ; but most of them had only large colts , such ...
... sent away . The foot were divided into six regiments . Many of the men had been in the militia , and still wore their uniforms , red and yellow . The cavalry were about a thousand in number ; but most of them had only large colts , such ...
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... sent westward with the Blues ; and Fever- sham was following with all the forces that could be spared from the neighbourhood of London . A courier had started for Holland with a letter directing Skelton 2 instantly to request that the ...
... sent westward with the Blues ; and Fever- sham was following with all the forces that could be spared from the neighbourhood of London . A courier had started for Holland with a letter directing Skelton 2 instantly to request that the ...
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... sent the rebel horse flying in all directions . The world agreed to ascribe this ignominious rout to Grey's pusil- lanimity . Yet it is by no means clear that Churchill would have succeeded better at the head of men who had never be ...
... sent the rebel horse flying in all directions . The world agreed to ascribe this ignominious rout to Grey's pusil- lanimity . Yet it is by no means clear that Churchill would have succeeded better at the head of men who had never be ...
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... sent forth parties in every direction . Sir William Portman , with the Somerset militia , had formed a chain of posts from the sea to the northern extremity of Dorset . At five in the morning of the seventh , Grey , who had wandered ...
... sent forth parties in every direction . Sir William Portman , with the Somerset militia , had formed a chain of posts from the sea to the northern extremity of Dorset . At five in the morning of the seventh , Grey , who had wandered ...
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... sent unprepared to the great account , he was touched , and said , in a softened voice , " I do own that . I am sorry that it ever happened . " They prayed with him long and fervently ; and he joined in their petitions till they invoked ...
... sent unprepared to the great account , he was touched , and said , in a softened voice , " I do own that . I am sorry that it ever happened . " They prayed with him long and fervently ; and he joined in their petitions till they invoked ...
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Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...