Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Том 1Longmans, Green, 1876 - Всего страниц: 475 |
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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 36 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 36 Historical Scenes .
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Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay Полный просмотр - 1877 |
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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...