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Age Of The Crusades
THE last chapter began, in an apparent irrelevance, with the name of St. Edward ; and this one might very well begin with the name of St. George. His first appearance, it is said, as a patron of our people, occurred at the instance of Richard Coeur de Lion during his campaign in Palestine ; and this, as we shall see, really stands for a new England which might well have a new saint.
Problem Of The Plantagenets
IT is a point of prestige with what is called the Higher Criticism in all branches to proclaim that certain popular texts and authorities are late, and therefore apparently worthless. Two similar events are always the same event, and the later alone is even credible.
Meaning Of Merry England
THE mental trick by which the first half of English history has been wholly dwarfed and dehumanized is a very simple one. It consists in telling only the story of the professional destroyers and then complaining that the whole story is one of destruction.
Nationality And The French Wars
IF any one wishes to know what we mean when we say that Christendom was and is one culture, or one civilization, there is a rough but plain way of putting it. It is by asking what is the most common, or rather the most commonplace, of all the uses of the word Christian.
War Of The Usurpers
THE poet Pope, though a friend of the greatest of Tory Democrats, Bolingbroke, necessarily lived in a world in which even Toryism was Whiggish. And the Whig as a wit never expressed his political point more clearly than in Pope's line which ran...
Rebellion Of The Rich
SIR THOMAS MORE, apart from any arguments about the more mystical meshes in which he was ultimately caught and killed, will be hailed by all as a hero of the New Learning ; that great dawn of a more rational daylight which for so many made mediaevalism seem a mere darkness.
Spain And The Schism Of Nations
THE revolution that arose out of what is called the Renascence, and ended in some countries in what is called the Reformation, did in the internal politics of England one drastic and definite thing. That thing was destroying the institutions of the poor.
Age Of The Puritans
WE should be very much bored if we had to read an account of the most exciting argument or string of adventures in which unmeaning words such as snark or boojum were systematically substituted for the names of the chief characters or objects in dispute...
Triumph Of The Whigs
WHETHER or no we believe that the Reformation really reformed, there can be little doubt that the Restoration did not really restore. Charles II was never in the old sense a King ; he was a Leader of the Opposition to his own Ministers.
War With The Great Republics
WE cannot understand the eighteenth century so long as we suppose that rhetoric is artificial because it is artistic. We do not fall into this folly about any of the other arts.
Aristocracy And The Discontents
IT is the pathos of many hackneyed things that they are intrinsically delicate and are only mechanically made dull. Any one who has seen the first white light, when it comes in by a window, knows that daylight is not only as beautiful but as mysterious as moonlight.
Return Of The Barbarian
THE only way to write a popular history, as we have already remarked, would be to write it back-wards. It would be to take common objects of our own street and tell the tale of how each of them came to be in the street at all.
IN so small a book on so large a matter, finished hastily enough amid the necessities of an enormous national crisis, it would be absurd to pretend to have achieved proportion ; but I will confess to some attempt to correct a disproportion.
For The Schools Of The Dante Alighieri Society In London
IT is with the warmest sympathy that in the name of the Dante Alighieri Society I hail this volume, which holds in its pages the heart of two free peoples, both equally fervent in their love of all the ideals of civilisation.
My Memories Of Italy, 1851-1915
IN these days of Italy's great part in the World-War, I often recur in thought to my memories of the soldiers and patriots whom I saw, heard, and talked with in the Risorgimento ; during the war and the agitations of 1859–60–61 ; when Italy, after fifty years of battles, struggles, and of martyrdom, was at last made or let us say today very nearly made.
Prescience Of Count Cavour
IN response to the request to write some pages for The Book of Italy, I am sure that nothing I could offer would be of so much interest and value as a few passages culled here and there from the speeches and letters of the greatest Italian statesman, Count Cavour, which reveal both his life-long sympathy and admiration for England, and also his extraordinary clear-sightedness.
Italy And Germany A Contrast
ITALY has a peculiar charm for all foreigners, even when they are not aware of its nature or cause. It is not merely the charm of beautiful country or delightful people though it may be that there is no country so beautiful and no people so delightful.
A. Clutton Brock
This letter was addressed by Paul Sabatier to Professor Mariano Falcinelli, of Assisi, President of the Société inter-nationale des Études Franciscaines, of which M. Sabatier himself is the Honorary President. It was written immediately after the intervention of Italy.
Letter To An Italian Friend
DEAR AND EXCELLENT PRESIDENT,—You have surely felt, in these historic days, how my thoughts fly straight to you with inexpressible eagerness. Our French country-side, seemingly silent for ten months, and which appeared never to have thought of celebrating the victory of the Marne, was stirred yesterday to the full depths of its being...
Modern Italy And Greece A Contrast
A THOUGHTFUL traveller in Greece and Italy can hardly fail to be struck by the paucity of relics of the Middle Ages in the one country, and their frequency in the other.
Italy And The German Professors
BISMARCK is said to have observed that Italy was only a geographical expression. If he did, the remark is merely interesting as proving that even the most practical German is only a pedant.
Magna Parens
I ONCE knew an old Italian painter, a Roman Republican, who had fought for Italian Unity and lived to see it accomplished. Yet, when one spoke of the success of the .Risorgimento, and the great achievements of the new Italy in every high branch of human endeavour, the old man frowned.
The Demon Of War
THE Demon of War suffers, as he has caused millions to suffer. There is no pity for him, Justice has done her work, Christ the Crucified has not shed His blood for this monster.
The Indifferent Stars
ONE wonders, as he gazes at them shining brightly in the sky, as tranquil as though peace- still brooded over the earth. Beneath them sail the Zeppelins, hurling bombs that dismember women and children, bombs that fall alike on cathedral, church, and synagogue, bombs that kill the little ones to whom God has just granted life.
Confessio Amantis
JUST as, in the course of a long life, I have been able to watch Germany, once a pleasant country inhabited by easy-going dreamers whose visions took concrete shape in Faust, the Ninth Symphony, or Parsifal...
Italian Morning
THE hearth of dawn is burning on the sea, Night's purple pales, and swift the pallor turns To amber and to amaranth ; light yearns Along the liquid dark.
The Campagna
IN the midst of this appalling catastrophe, when in the evening of the day I turn, as it were for consolation, to all I have known and loved in Europe, and above all to Italy, of all those beloved landscapes from which I am an exile, it is the Campagna which most often comes back into my mind, the Campagna in which Rome lies like a ship in the midst of the sea.
La Verde
Ecco la Verde! remarked the Sindaco of Montagneta to Don Piddu, the chemist, as Miss Fanny Green, tall, angular, and fifty if she was a day, walked by and took her way down the Corso, nodding, and smiling out of her long pale face to the Sicilians who stood at their shop doors, or enjoyed the air of evening seated on chairs set out upon the pavement.
The Land Of Music
THIRTY years ago those whom it was my duty to respect used to tell me that Italy was The Land of Music. They said it in a way that admitted of no contradiction ; one could as soon think of doubting that London was the capital of England.
Giorno Dei Morti
ALONG the avenue of cypresses, All in their scarlet capes, and surplices Of linen, go the chanting choristers...
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