Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Volume 1Longmans, Green, 1876 - 475 pages |
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... 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 , and the Parret and its tributary The Battle of ...
... 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 , and the Parret and its tributary The Battle of ...
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... enemy was not altogether discourag- ing . The three divisions of the royal army lay far apart from one another . There was an appearance of negligence and of relaxed discipline in all their movements . It was reported that they were ...
... enemy was not altogether discourag- ing . The three divisions of the royal army lay far apart from one another . There was an appearance of negligence and of relaxed discipline in all their movements . It was reported that they were ...
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... enemy lay three broad rhines filled with water and soft mud . Two of these , called the Black Ditch and the Lang- moor Rhine , Monmouth knew that he must pass . But , strange to say , the existence of a trench , called the Bussex Rhine ...
... enemy lay three broad rhines filled with water and soft mud . Two of these , called the Black Ditch and the Lang- moor Rhine , Monmouth knew that he must pass . But , strange to say , the existence of a trench , called the Bussex Rhine ...
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... enemies could inflict . Of cowardice Monmouth had never been accused ; and , even had he been wanting in constitu- tional courage , it might have been expected that the defect would be supplied by pride and by despair . The eyes of the ...
... enemies could inflict . Of cowardice Monmouth had never been accused ; and , even had he been wanting in constitu- tional courage , it might have been expected that the defect would be supplied by pride and by despair . The eyes of the ...
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... enemy who had not scrupled to resort to such extremities would have been an act of rare , perhaps of blamable generosity . But to see him witnessed the persecution of the Catholics at the time of the Popish Plot , and the persecution of ...
... enemy who had not scrupled to resort to such extremities would have been an act of rare , perhaps of blamable generosity . But to see him witnessed the persecution of the Catholics at the time of the Popish Plot , and the persecution of ...
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Page 459 - 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...
Page 367 - 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.
Page 457 - 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.
Page 461 - Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of Saint Genevieve, keep watch and ward to-night.
Page 460 - Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood; And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war, To fight for his own holy name, and Henry of Navarre.
Page 459 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France! And thou, Rochelle, our own 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.
Page 458 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke. At once on all her stately gates arose the answering fires: At once the wild alarum...
Page 148 - There the historian of the Roman Empire thought of the days when Cicero pleaded the cause of Sicily against Verres, and when, before a senate which still retained some show of freedom, Tacitus thundered against the oppressor of Africa. There were seen, side by side, the greatest painter and the greatest scholar of the age. The spectacle had allured Reynolds from that easel which has preserved to us the thoughtful foreheads of so many writers and statesmen, and the sweet smiles of so many noble matrons.
Page 461 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail; And then, we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man; But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Page 148 - ... mother of a beautiful race, the Saint Cecilia whose delicate features, lighted up by love and music, art has rescued from the common decay'. There were the members of that brilliant society which quoted, criticised, and exchanged repartees, under the rich peacock-hangings of Mrs.