The Anti-Gallican: Or, Standard of British Loyalty, Religion and Liberty. Including a Collection of the Principal Papers, Tracts, Speeches, Poems, and Songs that Have Been Published on the Threatened Invasion; Together with Many Original Pieces on the Same Subject |
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... by poison , his unfortunate comrades-where that atrocious Tyrant his own sick soldiers Never was there triumphed an action committed in the world -- SO in the cold blooded massacre barbarous , so horribly cruel .
... by poison , his unfortunate comrades-where that atrocious Tyrant his own sick soldiers Never was there triumphed an action committed in the world -- SO in the cold blooded massacre barbarous , so horribly cruel .
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When we their beloved Sovereign , and enviable know that this tyrant has satiated his am . Constitution , with their fortunes , and with bition upon every thing but this country , their lives , must be ...
When we their beloved Sovereign , and enviable know that this tyrant has satiated his am . Constitution , with their fortunes , and with bition upon every thing but this country , their lives , must be ...
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And will they degenerate in friends , and your homes ; by the herethese perilous times , when a MUR- ditary and unconquerable attachment to DEROUS TYRANT , the Despoiler liberty , for which the men of your naand Ravager of every Country ...
And will they degenerate in friends , and your homes ; by the herethese perilous times , when a MUR- ditary and unconquerable attachment to DEROUS TYRANT , the Despoiler liberty , for which the men of your naand Ravager of every Country ...
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Such is the Tyrant tants of Alexandria , man , woman , and we are called upon to oppose ; and such child , to the sword , till slaughter was is the fate which awaits England , should tired of its work ; who , against all the ve sufer ...
Such is the Tyrant tants of Alexandria , man , woman , and we are called upon to oppose ; and such child , to the sword , till slaughter was is the fate which awaits England , should tired of its work ; who , against all the ve sufer ...
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Should adverse winds our gallant fleet restrain , To sweep his “ bawbling ş " vessels from the main ; And fate permit him on our shores t'advance The TYRANT never shall return to FRANCE ; Fortune herself shall be no more his Friend ...
Should adverse winds our gallant fleet restrain , To sweep his “ bawbling ş " vessels from the main ; And fate permit him on our shores t'advance The TYRANT never shall return to FRANCE ; Fortune herself shall be no more his Friend ...
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Стр. 49 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry ! England ! and Saint George...
Стр. 177 - Nor e'en thy virtues, tyrant, shall avail • To save thy secret soul from nightly fears, From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears...
Стр. 107 - We are afraid to put men to live and trade each on his own private stock of reason ; because we suspect that this stock in each man is small, and that the individuals would do better to avail themselves of the general bank and capital of nations, and of ages.
Стр. 397 - ... to lay down for my God, and for my kingdom, and for my people, my honour and my blood, even in the dust. I know I have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England too...
Стр. 107 - We fear God; we look up with awe to kings ; with affection to Parliaments ; with duty to magistrates ; with reverence to priests; and with respect to nobility.
Стр. 108 - Prejudice is of ready application in the emergency; it previously engages the mind in a steady course of wisdom and virtue, and does not leave the man hesitating in the moment of decision, sceptical, puzzled, and unresolved. Prejudice renders a man's virtue his habit; and not a series of unconnected acts. Through just prejudice, his duty becomes a part of his nature.
Стр. 8 - They boast they come but to improve our state, enlarge our thoughts, and free us from the yoke of error! Yes: they will give enlightened freedom to our minds, who are themselves the slaves of passion, avarice, and pride ! They offer us their protection : yes, such protection as vultures give to lambs —covering and devouring them...
Стр. 187 - I demand of your lordship, the justice of believing me to be with the greatest respect, My Lord, Your lordship's most obedient, and most obliged humble servant, JON.
Стр. 397 - Let tyrants fear. I have always so behaved myself that, under God, I have placed my chiefest strength and safeguard in the loyal hearts and goodwill of my subjects...
Стр. 178 - Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep ; They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit ; They linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.