Mooted Questions of History

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Marlier & Company, 1901 - Всего страниц: 328
 

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Стр. 67 - LORD, how manifold are thy works: in wisdom hast thou made them all ; the earth is full of thy riches.
Стр. 39 - ... that sensibility of principle that chastity of...
Стр. 107 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.
Стр. 39 - Never, never more shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom.
Стр. 153 - For, in fact, it is the age that forms the man, not the man that forms the age. Great minds do indeed react on the society which has made them what they are ; but they only pay with interest what they have received.
Стр. 272 - ... and if they found a plot of watercresses or shamrocks, there they flocked as to a feast...
Стр. 55 - O, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity...
Стр. 52 - I like a church; I like a cowl; I love a prophet of the soul; And on my heart monastic aisles Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles; Yet not for all his faith can see Would I that cowled churchman be.
Стр. 161 - A King, whose character may be best described by saying that he was despotism itself personified, unprincipled ministers, a rapacious aristocracy, a servile Parliament, such were the instruments by which England was delivered from the yoke of Rome.
Стр. 65 - Mark, where she stands, around her form I draw The awful circle of our solemn Church! Set but a foot within that holy ground, And on thy head — yea, though it wore a crown — I launch the curse of Rome!

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