Life of Napoleon Bonaparte, Volum 3A. & C. Black, 1878 |
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Side 164 - To chase the glowing hours with flying feet. But hark that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! arm! it is — it is the cannon's opening roar! Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain: he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with death's prophetic ear...
Side 19 - O miserable chieftain ! where and when Wilt thou find patience ! Yet die not ; do thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow : Though fallen thyself, never to rise again, Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies ; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee ; thou hast great allies ; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.
Side 80 - SO much blood, shed uselessly and without a view to any end, condemn them in their own consciences? I consider it as no disgrace to make the first step. I have, I hope, sufficiently proved to the world, that I fear none of the chances of war ; it, besides, presents nothing that I need to fear: peace is the wish of my heart, but war has never been inconsistent with my glory.
Side 335 - I hope the People of England will be satisfied! - I hope my Country will do me justice!
Side 285 - In the first moment of irritation, Murat ordered all the prisoners to be tried by a military commission, which condemned them to death ; but the municipality...
Side 80 - ... there never was a more fortunate opportunity, nor a moment more favourable, to silence all the passions, and listen only to the sentiments of humanity and reason. This moment once lost, what end can be assigned to a war which all my efforts will not be able to terminate ? Your majesty has gained more within ten years, both in territory and riches, than the whole extent of Europe.
Side 14 - The English wish for war ; but if they draw the sword first, I will be the last to return it to the scabbard. They do not respect treaties, which henceforth we must cover with black crape.
Side 80 - Called to the throne of France by Providence, and by the suffrages of the senate, the people, and the army, my first sentiment is a wish for peace. France and England abuse their prosperity. They may contend for ages ; but do 'their governments well fulfil the most sacred of their duties, and will not so much blood shed uselessly, and without a view to any end, condemn them in their own consciences] I consider it as no disgrace to make the first step.
Side 164 - Brunswick's fated chieftain ; he did hear That sound, the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear ; And when they smiled because he...
Side 365 - ... Holy Trinity, cut all loose !" Huge rocks, and trunks of trees, long prepared and laid in heaps for the purpose, began now to descend rapidly in every direction, while the deadly fire of the Tyrolese, who never throw away a shot, opened from every .bush, crag, or corner of rock, which could afford the shooter cover. As this dreadful attack was made on the whole line at once, two-thirds of the enemy were instantly destroyed ; while the Tyrolese, rushing from their shelter, with swords, spears,...