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Kings and queens : life in palace

John S. C. Abbott · 1848 · Scanned text · Free in the US

79,598 words · about 5 h 34 min to read

Period artwork: Interior of the Bodleian Library, 1845
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Licence: PD-US · Published 1848 (before 1884; date from the PleIAs English-PD record). The dataset curator states the whole collection is public domain in all regions (curator assertion, not independently verified); treated as public domain in the US.

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About this book

Author
John S. C. Abbott
Language
English
Published
1848
Length
79,598 words · about 5 h 34 min
Sections
4 reader sections
Text
Scanned text, read from page scans by OCR; may contain errors
Rights
Public domain in the United States

 

Contents (4)
  1. Front matter about 2 min
  2. Contents about 1 h 15 min
  3. 1. Ye sons of France, awake to glory! about 1 min
  4. 3 about 4 h 17 min

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Front matter

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Contents

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Life in the Palace.

JOSEPHINE AND MARIA LOUISA.

1. Ye sons of France, awake to glory!

Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise ; Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While Peace and Liberty lie bleeding? (Chorus)—To arms! to arms, ye brave !

Th’ avenging sword unsheath!

March on! march on! all hearts resolyed On liberty or death!

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KINGS AND QUEENS.

Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling, Which treacherous kings confederate raise ; The dogs of war, let loose, are howling, And lo! our fields and cities blaze And shall we barely view the ruin, While lawless Force, with guilty stride Spreads desolation far and wide, With crime and blood his hands imbruing ? (Chorus)—To arms! to arms, ye braye !

Th’ avenging sword unsheath!

March on! march on! all hearts resolyed On liberty or death!

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