Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Том 1Longmans, Green, 1876 - Всего страниц: 475 |
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... observe without pity the traces of distress and anxiety on those soft and pleasing features which had won so many hearts . Ferguson was in a very different temper . With this man's knavery was strangely mingled an eccentric vanity which ...
... observe without pity the traces of distress and anxiety on those soft and pleasing features which had won so many hearts . Ferguson was in a very different temper . With this man's knavery was strangely mingled an eccentric vanity which ...
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... observed through a tele- scope the position of the enemy . Beneath him lay a flat ex- panse , now rich with cornfields and apple trees , but then , as its name imports , for the most part a dreary morass , When the rains were heavy ...
... observed through a tele- scope the position of the enemy . Beneath him lay a flat ex- panse , now rich with cornfields and apple trees , but then , as its name imports , for the most part a dreary morass , When the rains were heavy ...
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... observed that the population of Somersetshire does not , like that of the manufacturing dis- tricts , consist of emigrants from distant places . It is by no means unusual to find farmers who cultivate the same land which their ancestors ...
... observed that the population of Somersetshire does not , like that of the manufacturing dis- tricts , consist of emigrants from distant places . It is by no means unusual to find farmers who cultivate the same land which their ancestors ...
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... observed the disposition of the royal forces , and having been apprised of the state in which they 1 The battle of Bothwell Bridge , where Monmouth commanded against the Scotch Cameronian insurgents , is described in Sir Walter Scott's ...
... observed the disposition of the royal forces , and having been apprised of the state in which they 1 The battle of Bothwell Bridge , where Monmouth commanded against the Scotch Cameronian insurgents , is described in Sir Walter Scott's ...
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... observed , and long remembered , that his look was sad and full of evil augury . His army marched by a circuitous path , near six miles in length , towards the royal encampment on Sedgemoor . Part of the route is to this day called War ...
... observed , and long remembered , that his look was sad and full of evil augury . His army marched by a circuitous path , near six miles in length , towards the royal encampment on Sedgemoor . Part of the route is to this day called War ...
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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...