Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Band 1Longmans, Green, 1876 - 475 Seiten |
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... head . He swaggered about , brandishing his naked sword , and crying to the crowd of spectators who had assembled to see the army march out of Taunton , " Look at me ! You have heard of me . I am Ferguson , the famous Ferguson , the ...
... head . He swaggered about , brandishing his naked sword , and crying to the crowd of spectators who had assembled to see the army march out of Taunton , " Look at me ! You have heard of me . I am Ferguson , the famous Ferguson , the ...
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... head - quarters there . Many per- sons still living have seen the daughter of the servant girl who waited on him that day at table ; and a large dish of Persian ware , which was set before him , is still carefully preserved in the ...
... head - quarters there . Many per- sons still living have seen the daughter of the servant girl who waited on him that day at table ; and a large dish of Persian ware , which was set before him , is still carefully preserved in the ...
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... head of a column composed of some of those very men , driven before him in confusion the fierce enthusiasts who defended Bothwell Bridge . ' He could distinguish among the hostile ranks that gallant band which was then called , from the ...
... head of a column composed of some of those very men , driven before him in confusion the fierce enthusiasts who defended Bothwell Bridge . ' He could distinguish among the hostile ranks that gallant band which was then called , from the ...
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... head of the infantry . Grey pushed on till his progress was unexpectedly arrested by the Bussex Rhine . On the opposite side of the ditch the King's foot were hastily forming in . order of battle . " For whom are you ? " called out an ...
... head of the infantry . Grey pushed on till his progress was unexpectedly arrested by the Bussex Rhine . On the opposite side of the ditch the King's foot were hastily forming in . order of battle . " For whom are you ? " called out an ...
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... heads a rebellion against an established government stakes his life on the event ; and rebellion was the smallest part of Monmouth's crime . He had declared against his uncle a war without quarter . In the manifesto put forth at Lyme ...
... heads a rebellion against an established government stakes his life on the event ; and rebellion was the smallest part of Monmouth's crime . He had declared against his uncle a war without quarter . In the manifesto put forth at Lyme ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...