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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... mind - I AM SURE OF VICTORY ! proved fortune to be blind . “ I am perfectly well informed where Estimated the streng : h and where the weakness of the by the pretensions of his person , enemy and I shall therefore place he was a ...
... mind - I AM SURE OF VICTORY ! proved fortune to be blind . “ I am perfectly well informed where Estimated the streng : h and where the weakness of the by the pretensions of his person , enemy and I shall therefore place he was a ...
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... where they may best second your TICE OF ENGLAND , to the GRAND JURY of the County of Sussex . spirit ; and nothing shall be wanting on my part that I am capable of , to lead you • Gentlemen of the Grand Jury , on to victory .
... where they may best second your TICE OF ENGLAND , to the GRAND JURY of the County of Sussex . spirit ; and nothing shall be wanting on my part that I am capable of , to lead you • Gentlemen of the Grand Jury , on to victory .
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... so much Glory for he unsuccessful , which is very possible ; your COUNTRY , of gaining so much should the Invincible British Fleet Honour for YOURSELVES , and your gain a decisive victory over the French , proud POSTERITY !!!
... so much Glory for he unsuccessful , which is very possible ; your COUNTRY , of gaining so much should the Invincible British Fleet Honour for YOURSELVES , and your gain a decisive victory over the French , proud POSTERITY !!!
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E. W. B. THE WAR WHOOP OF VICTORY . A PATRIOTIC SONG ON THE THREATENED INVASION . O Never shall a foreign foe , Isle of the Brave ! thy Rights destroys Tho ' men should meditate the blow , And fiends their damned arts employ .
E. W. B. THE WAR WHOOP OF VICTORY . A PATRIOTIC SONG ON THE THREATENED INVASION . O Never shall a foreign foe , Isle of the Brave ! thy Rights destroys Tho ' men should meditate the blow , And fiends their damned arts employ .
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... He deem'd the best favours of Heaven ; He fought , and he suffer'd , he toil'd , and he bled , Till Peace was the fruit of his pains , Till the laurel of Victory shaded his head , And Plenty beam'd over his plains .
... He deem'd the best favours of Heaven ; He fought , and he suffer'd , he toil'd , and he bled , Till Peace was the fruit of his pains , Till the laurel of Victory shaded his head , And Plenty beam'd over his plains .
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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.