Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Том 1Longmans, Green, 1876 - Всего страниц: 475 |
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Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay George Otto Trevelyan. LONDON : PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE AND CO . , NEW - STREET SQUARE AND PARLIAMENT STREET SELECTIONS FROM THE WRITINGS OF LORD MACAULAY EDITED WITH OCCASIONAL.
Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay George Otto Trevelyan. LONDON : PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE AND CO . , NEW - STREET SQUARE AND PARLIAMENT STREET SELECTIONS FROM THE WRITINGS OF LORD MACAULAY EDITED WITH OCCASIONAL.
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... Parliament , would each stand out from the context like a purple patch , if the fabric which surrounds it were not as varied and brilliant as itself . Men have laughed for two thousand years at the foolish fellow who carried about a ...
... Parliament , would each stand out from the context like a purple patch , if the fabric which surrounds it were not as varied and brilliant as itself . Men have laughed for two thousand years at the foolish fellow who carried about a ...
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... Parliament . Neither his years nor his profession had wholly extinguished his martial ardour ; and he probably thought that the appearance of a father of the Protestant Church in the King's camp might confirm the loyalty of some honest ...
... Parliament . Neither his years nor his profession had wholly extinguished his martial ardour ; and he probably thought that the appearance of a father of the Protestant Church in the King's camp might confirm the loyalty of some honest ...
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... parliamentary regiments , " God with us . " The royal troops instantly fired such a volley of musketry as sent the rebel horse flying in all directions . The world agreed to ascribe this ignominious rout to Grey's pusil- lanimity . Yet ...
... parliamentary regiments , " God with us . " The royal troops instantly fired such a volley of musketry as sent the rebel horse flying in all directions . The world agreed to ascribe this ignominious rout to Grey's pusil- lanimity . Yet ...
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... , and the description of his last hours is generally allowed to be one of Macaulay's masterpieces . It has afforded the subject for a fresco in the Houses of Parliament . 1 ment of his father , and for bringing on his 20 Historical Scenes .
... , and the description of his last hours is generally allowed to be one of Macaulay's masterpieces . It has afforded the subject for a fresco in the Houses of Parliament . 1 ment of his father , and for bringing on his 20 Historical Scenes .
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...