The French revolution: a history, Volume 2 (Google eBook)

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Harper, 1867 - France
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User Review  - Anya - Goodreads

Completely absurd. The writing style might be dense and difficult, but the only thing you really get out of it is pretension. It's so pompous it's actually laughable. Just check out sullivan's pictures, they're great. Read full review

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User Review  - Ken Gloeckner - Goodreads

Incredible prose and an incredible story make for a great read. This book was stunning. Apparently Charles Dickens read it several times while writing his "Tale of Two Cities"! I know Carlyle was a ... Read full review

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Page 282 - Mentz, declares that she is greater than Brutus; that it were beautiful to die with her: the head of this young man seems turned. At the Place de la Revolution, the countenance of Charlotte wears the same still smile. The executioners proceed to bind her feet; she resists, thinking it meant as an insult; on a word of explanation, she submits with cheerful apology. As the last act, all being now ready, they take the neckerchief from her neck; a blush of maidenly shame overspreads that fair face and...
Page 280 - A. moi chere amie (Help, dear)!" no more could the Death-choked say or shriek. The helpful Washer-woman running in there is no Friend of the People, or Friend of the Washerwoman, left; but his life with a groan gushes out, indignant, to the shades below!
Page 113 - Whatsoever is cruel in the panic frenzy of Twenty-five million men, whatsoever is great in the simultaneous death-defiance of Twenty-five million men, stand here in abrupt contrast, near by one another. As indeed is usual when a man, how much more when a Nation of men, is hurled suddenly beyond the limits. For Nature, as green as she looks, rests everywhere on dread foundations, were we further down ; and Pan, to whose music the Nymphs dance, has a cry in him that can drive all men distracted.
Page 305 - The young imperial maiden of fifteen has now become a worn discrowned widow of thirty-eight ; gray before her time ; this is the last procession: "Few minutes after the trial ended, the drums were beating to arms in all sections ; at sunrise the armed force was on foot, cannons getting placed at the extremities of the bridges, in the squares, cross-ways, all along from the Palais de Justice to the Place de la Revolution.
Page 392 - Cant, of probities, benevolences, pleasuresof-virtue, and such like, lived not in that age. A man fitted, in some luckier settled age, to have become one of those incorruptible barren Pattern-Figures, and have had marble-tablets and funeral-sermons. His poor landlord, the Cabinet-maker in the Rue Saint- Honore, loved him; his Brother died for him. May God be merciful to him, and to us!
Page 219 - Executioners, do your duty !' The Executioners, desperate lest themselves be murdered (for Santerre and his Armed Ranks will strike, if they do not), seize the hapless Louis: six of them desperate, him singly desperate, struggling there; and bind him to their plank. Abb6 Edgeworth, stooping, bespeaks him: 'Son of Saint Louis, ascend to Heaven'.
Page 278 - Friday; yet says nothing of returning. She has seen and silently investigated several things. The Convention, in bodily reality, she has seen; what the Mountain is like. The living physiognomy of Marat she could not see; he is sick at present, and confined to home. About eight on the Saturday morning, she purchases a large sheath-knife in the Palais Royal; then straightway, in the Place des Victoires, takes a hackney-coach: "To the Rue de 1'Ecole de Medecine, No. 44.
Page 210 - Long night wears itself into day, morning's paleness is spread over all faces; and again the wintry shadows sink, and the dim lamps are lit: but through day and night and the vicissitudes of hours, Member after Member is mounting continually those Tribune-steps; pausing aloft there, in the clearer upper light, to speak his Fate-word; then diving down into the dusk and throng again. Like Phantoms in the hour of midnight; most spectral, pandemonial!
Page 308 - The chorus is wearing weak ; the chorus is worn out ; farewell forevermore ye Girondins. Te-Deum Fauchet has become silent ; Valaze's dead head is lopped : the sickle of the Guillotine has reaped the Girondins all away. " The eloquent, the young, the beautiful and brave !
Page 279 - Washerwoman, one may call her: that is his civic establishment in Medical-School Street; thither and not elsewhither has his road led him. Not to the reign of Brotherhood and Perfect Felicity; yet surely on the way towards that?

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