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Page 491 - Amour sacré de la patrie, Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs ! Liberté ! Liberté chérie, Combats avec tes défenseurs ! Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire Accoure à tes mâles accents ! Que tes ennemis expirants Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire ! Aux armes, etc.
Page 491 - Tremblez, tyrans, et vous, perfides, L'opprobre de tous les partis ; Tremblez ! vos projets parricides, Vont enfin recevoir leur prix ! Tout est soldat pour vous combattre ; S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros, La France en produit de nouveaux Contre vous tout prêts à se battre ! Aux armes, citoyens ! etc.
Page 491 - Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre Que de partager leur cercueil, Nous aurons le sublime orgueil De les venger ou de les suivre!
Page 19 - ... revived by a philosophical age. It had to transform the social world. The French Revolution was therefore in its essence a sublime and impassioned spirituality. It had a divine and universal ideal. This is the reason why its passion spread beyond the frontiers of France. Those who limit, mutilate it. It was the accession of three moral sovereignties :The, sovereignty of right over force ; The sovereignty of intelligence over prejudices ; The sovereignty of people over governments. Revolution...
Page 490 - Allons, enfants de la patrie. Le jour de gloire est arrivé ! Contre nous de la tyrannie L'étendard sanglant est levé ! Entendez-vous dans les campagnes Mugir ces féroces soldats ? Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras Egorger nos fils, nos compagnes.
Page 29 - ... in full sunlight — the extreme loveliness which the ideal conveys, and which, by giving it life, increases its attraction. With all these charms, a soul yearning to attach itself, a heart easily moved, but yet earnest in desire to fix itself; a pensive and intelligent smile, with nothing of vacuity in it, because it felt itself worthy of friendships. Such was Maria Antoinette as a woman.
Page 73 - Sausse's, amidst the threatening murmurs of the people and the noise of footsteps, that at each instant increased beneaih their window. Such was the state of affairs at Varennes at seven o'clock in the morning. The queen had not slept ; all her feelings as a wife, a mother, a queen — rage, terror, despair, — waged so terrible a conflict in her mind, that her hair, which had been auburn on the previous evening, was in the morning white as snow.
Page 495 - ... the effect of her son's voice, wrote to him : " What is this revolutionary hymn, sung by bands of brigands, who are traversing France, and with which our name is mingled ?" De Lisle himself, proscribed as a royalist, heard it and shuddered, as it sounded on his ears, whilst UNIVERSALLY ADOPTED. 496 escaping by some of the wild passes of the Alps. " What do they call that hymn ?" he inquired of his guide. " The Marseillaise,
Page 271 - What harm have they done you ?" inquired her mother. " To make me feel injustice, and look upon absurdity." As she contemplated these splendors of the despotism of Louis XIV., which were drooping into corruption, she thought of Athens, but forgot the death of Socrates, the exile of Aristides, the condemnation of Phocion. " I did not then foresee," she writes, in melancholy mood, as she pens these lines — " that destiny reserved me to be the witness of crimes such as those of which they were the...