Maxioms by Thomas Babington Macaulay
His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled
him to run, though not to soar.
His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled
him to run, though not to soar.
The sweeter sound of woman's praise.
The sweeter sound of woman's praise.
In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities
of twenty generations lie buried, in the Great Abbey, read more
In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities
of twenty generations lie buried, in the Great Abbey, which has
during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place to those whose
minds and bodies have been shattered by the contentions of the
Great Hall.
Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.
Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.
He was utterly without ambition [Chas. II.]. He detested
business, and would sooner have abdicated his crown than have read more
He was utterly without ambition [Chas. II.]. He detested
business, and would sooner have abdicated his crown than have
undergone the trouble of really directing the administration.
