Thomas Babington Macaulay on Memorial Day
1800–1859 England
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Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war,
And be your oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.
Many evils, no doubt, were produced by the civil war. They were the price of our liberty.
Milton', The Edinburgh Review (1825)
Through teeth and skull and helmet
So fierce a thrust he sped,
The good sword stood a handbreadth out
Behind the Tuscan’s head.
Oh! wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the North,
With your hands, and your feet, and your raiment all red?
And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout?
And whence be the grapes of the wine-press which ye tread?
The Battle of Naseby (1824)