Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Band 1Longmans, Green, 1876 - 475 Seiten |
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... hearts . Ferguson was in a very different temper.2 With this man's knavery was strangely mingled an eccentric vanity which re- sembled madness . The thought that he had raised a rebellion and bestowed a crown had turned his head . He ...
... hearts . Ferguson was in a very different temper.2 With this man's knavery was strangely mingled an eccentric vanity which re- sembled madness . The thought that he had raised a rebellion and bestowed a crown had turned his head . He ...
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... hearts from which neither adversity nor peril can extort any sign of weakness . His courage rose and fell with his ... heart sank within him . Life seemed worth pur- chasing by any humiliation ; nor could his mind , always feeble , and ...
... hearts from which neither adversity nor peril can extort any sign of weakness . His courage rose and fell with his ... heart sank within him . Life seemed worth pur- chasing by any humiliation ; nor could his mind , always feeble , and ...
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... heart fails me . " " Take up the axe , man , ” cried the sheriff . " Fling him over the rails , " roared the mob . At length the axe was taken up . Two more blows extinguished the last remains of life ; but a knife was used to separate ...
... heart fails me . " " Take up the axe , man , ” cried the sheriff . " Fling him over the rails , " roared the mob . At length the axe was taken up . Two more blows extinguished the last remains of life ; but a knife was used to separate ...
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... idolatrous fondness . on the hearts of the people lasted till the generation which had seen him had passed away . Ribands , buckles , and other trifling articles of apparel which he had worn , were treasured 24 Historical Scenes .
... idolatrous fondness . on the hearts of the people lasted till the generation which had seen him had passed away . Ribands , buckles , and other trifling articles of apparel which he had worn , were treasured 24 Historical Scenes .
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... heart of Asia . " Kirke treated the people of the West of England with great barbarity after the battle of Sedgemoor ; but his cruelty was thrown into the shade by the horrors of the Bloody Assizes . Judge Jeffreys hanged three hundred ...
... heart of Asia . " Kirke treated the people of the West of England with great barbarity after the battle of Sedgemoor ; but his cruelty was thrown into the shade by the horrors of the Bloody Assizes . Judge Jeffreys hanged three hundred ...
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Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.