Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Том 1Longmans, Green, 1876 - Всего страниц: 475 |
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... four English counties . His official tours through the extensive region in which he represented the majesty of the throne were scarcely inferior in pomp to royal progresses . His household at Badminton was regulated after the fashion of ...
... four English counties . His official tours through the extensive region in which he represented the majesty of the throne were scarcely inferior in pomp to royal progresses . His household at Badminton was regulated after the fashion of ...
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... four quarters of the world , has nobly supported its early reputation . " I know those men , " said Monmouth ; " they will fight . If I had but them , all would go well . " Yet the aspect of the enemy was not altogether discourag- ing ...
... four quarters of the world , has nobly supported its early reputation . " I know those men , " said Monmouth ; " they will fight . If I had but them , all would go well . " Yet the aspect of the enemy was not altogether discourag- ing ...
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... four o'clock : the sun was rising ; and the routed army came pouring into the streets of Bridgewater . The uproar , the blood , the gashes , the ghastly figures which sank down and never rose again , spread horror and dismay through the ...
... four o'clock : the sun was rising ; and the routed army came pouring into the streets of Bridgewater . The uproar , the blood , the gashes , the ghastly figures which sank down and never rose again , spread horror and dismay through the ...
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... Four of the sufferers were left to rot in irons . Meanwhile Monmouth , accompanied by Grey , by Buyse , and by a few other friends , was flying from the field of battle . 1 Marshal Turenne disgraced the last campaign of his brilliant ...
... Four of the sufferers were left to rot in irons . Meanwhile Monmouth , accompanied by Grey , by Buyse , and by a few other friends , was flying from the field of battle . 1 Marshal Turenne disgraced the last campaign of his brilliant ...
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... four times . My servant will give you some more gold if you do the work well . " He then undressed , felt the edge of the axe , expressed some fear that it was not sharp enough , and laid his head on the block . The divines in the ...
... four times . My servant will give you some more gold if you do the work well . " He then undressed , felt the edge of the axe , expressed some fear that it was not sharp enough , and laid his head on the block . The divines in the ...
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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...