Selections from the Writings of Lord Macaulay, Band 1Longmans, Green, 1876 - 475 Seiten |
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... officers ; and the eldest son of the Lord Lieutenant was Colonel . But it was chiefly on the regular troops that the King relied . Churchill had been sent westward with the Blues ; and Fever- sham was following with all the forces that ...
... officers ; and the eldest son of the Lord Lieutenant was Colonel . But it was chiefly on the regular troops that the King relied . Churchill had been sent westward with the Blues ; and Fever- sham was following with all the forces that ...
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... officers , went up to the top of the square tower from which the spire ascends , and 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 ...
... officers , went up to the top of the square tower from which the spire ascends , and 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 ...
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... officers , despising alike the irregular force to which they were opposed , and the negligent general who commanded them , had indulged largely in wine , and were ready for any excess of licentiousness and cruelty . One of them seized ...
... officers , despising alike the irregular force to which they were opposed , and the negligent general who commanded them , had indulged largely in wine , and were ready for any excess of licentiousness and cruelty . One of them seized ...
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... officer of the Foot Guards . " For the King , " replied a voice from the ranks of the rebel cavalry . " For which King ? " was then de- manded . The answer was a shout of " King Monmouth , " mingled with the war cry , which forty years ...
... officer of the Foot Guards . " For the King , " replied a voice from the ranks of the rebel cavalry . " For which King ? " was then de- manded . The answer was a shout of " King Monmouth , " mingled with the war cry , which forty years ...
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... officer , whose name afterwards obtained a melancholy celebrity , charged on the other flank . His men were beaten back . He was himself struck to the ground , and lay for a time as one dead . But the struggle of the hardy rustics could ...
... officer , whose name afterwards obtained a melancholy celebrity , charged on the other flank . His men were beaten back . He was himself struck to the ground , and lay for a time as one dead . But the struggle of the hardy rustics could ...
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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...