Distraction has possessed Harmony herself; lurks in the sound of Marseillese and ca-ira. ❋ Thomas Carlyle (1838)
Mothers, they say, by his order, have to stand by while the Guillotine devours their children: a band of music is stationed near; and, at the fall of every head, strikes up its ca-ira. ❋ Thomas Carlyle (1838)
National repasts there are; countenanced by Mayor Petion; Saint-Antoine, and the Strong Ones of the Halles defiling through Jacobin Club, "their felicity," according to Santerre, "not perfect otherwise;" singing many-voiced their ca-ira, dancing their ronde patriotique. ❋ Thomas Carlyle (1838)
And yet it is not by carmagnole-dances and singing of ca-ira, that the work can be done. ❋ Thomas Carlyle (1838)
See accordingly, on all Frontiers, how the Sons of Night, astonished after short triumph, do recoil; -- the Sons of the Republic flying at them, with wild ca-ira or Marseillese Aux armes, with the temper of cat-o'-mountain, or demon incarnate; which no Son of Night can stand! ❋ Thomas Carlyle (1838)
Then occasionally, having done our message and got answer, we 'defile through the Hall, singing ca-ira;' or rather roll and whirl through it, 'dancing our ronde patriotique the while,' -- our new Carmagnole, or Pyrrhic war-dance and liberty-dance. ❋ Thomas Carlyle (1838)
Three-deep these march; to the sound of stringed music; preceded by young girls with green boughs, and tricolor streamers: they have shouldered, soldier-wise, their shovels and picks; and with one throat are singing ca-ira. ❋ Thomas Carlyle (1838)
Yes, pardieu ca-ira, cry the passengers on the streets. ❋ Thomas Carlyle (1838)
In the death-tumults of a sinking Society, French Hope sees only the birth-struggles of a new unspeakably better Society; and sings, with full assurance of faith, her brisk Melody, which some inspired fiddler has in these very days composed for her, -- the world-famous ca-ira. ❋ Thomas Carlyle (1838)
One whole family we see clearly, of three generations: the father picking, the mother shovelling, the young ones wheeling assiduous; old grandfather, hoary with ninety-three years, holds in his arms the youngest of all: (Mercier.ii. 76, &c.) frisky, not helpful this one; who nevertheless may tell it to his grandchildren; and how the Future and the Past alike looked on, and with failing or with half-formed voice, faltered their ca-ira. ❋ Thomas Carlyle (1838)
