Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Volume 1Longmans, Green, 1876 - 475 pages |
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... common people . The common people are sometimes inconstant ; for they are human beings . But that they are in- constant as compared with the educated classes , with aris- tocracies , or with princes , may be confidently denied . It ...
... common people . The common people are sometimes inconstant ; for they are human beings . But that they are in- constant as compared with the educated classes , with aris- tocracies , or with princes , may be confidently denied . It ...
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... common Protestantism , were entering Exeter together , had twelve years before been opposed to each other under the walls of Maestricht , and that the energy of the young Prince had not then been found a match for the cool science of ...
... common Protestantism , were entering Exeter together , had twelve years before been opposed to each other under the walls of Maestricht , and that the energy of the young Prince had not then been found a match for the cool science of ...
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... common with that sober , resolute , and Godfearing class out of which Cromwell had formed his unconquerable army . But the peculiar situation in which they had been placed had developed in them some qualities which , in the mother ...
... common with that sober , resolute , and Godfearing class out of which Cromwell had formed his unconquerable army . But the peculiar situation in which they had been placed had developed in them some qualities which , in the mother ...
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... common cause is the most sacred of duties . It is impossible to deny that the English colonists have had , with too many of the faults , all the noblest virtues of a sover- eign caste . The faults have , as was natural , been most offen ...
... common cause is the most sacred of duties . It is impossible to deny that the English colonists have had , with too many of the faults , all the noblest virtues of a sover- eign caste . The faults have , as was natural , been most offen ...
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... common interest . For there could be no doubt that , if Londonderry fell , the whole Irish army would instantly march in irresistible force upon Lough Erne . Yet what could be done ? Some brave men were for making a desperate attempt to ...
... common interest . For there could be no doubt that , if Londonderry fell , the whole Irish army would instantly march in irresistible force upon Lough Erne . Yet what could be done ? Some brave men were for making a desperate attempt to ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...