Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Том 1Longmans, Green, 1876 - Всего страниц: 475 |
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... looked upon Sedgemoor , it had been partially reclaimed by art , and was intersected by many deep and wide trenches which , in that country , are called rhines . In the midst of the moor rose , clustering round the towers of churches ...
... looked upon Sedgemoor , it had been partially reclaimed by art , and was intersected by many deep and wide trenches which , in that country , are called rhines . In the midst of the moor rose , clustering round the towers of churches ...
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... looked gloomily on them . He could not but remember how , a few years before , he had , at the head of a column composed of some of those very men , driven before him in confusion the fierce enthusiasts who defended Bothwell Bridge ...
... looked gloomily on them . He could not but remember how , a few years before , he had , at the head of a column composed of some of those very men , driven before him in confusion the fierce enthusiasts who defended Bothwell Bridge ...
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... looked at himself well in the glass , and had come to see what his men were doing . Meanwhile , what was of much more importance , Churchill had rapidly made an entirely new dis- position of the royal infantry . The day was about to ...
... looked at himself well in the glass , and had come to see what his men were doing . Meanwhile , what was of much more importance , Churchill had rapidly made an entirely new dis- position of the royal infantry . The day was about to ...
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... looked reproachfully at the executioner . The head sank down once more . The stroke was repeated again and again ; but still the neck was not severed , and the body continued to move . Yells of rage and horror rose from the crowd ...
... looked reproachfully at the executioner . The head sank down once more . The stroke was repeated again and again ; but still the neck was not severed , and the body continued to move . Yells of rage and horror rose from the crowd ...
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... looked on that harbour its aspect has greatly changed . The amphitheatre which surrounds the spacious basin , now exhibits everywhere the signs of prosperity and civilisation . At the northeastern extremity has sprung up a great ...
... looked on that harbour its aspect has greatly changed . The amphitheatre which surrounds the spacious basin , now exhibits everywhere the signs of prosperity and civilisation . At the northeastern extremity has sprung up a great ...
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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...