The Humane Review, Svazek 9,Vydání 33–36

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E. Bell, 1909
 

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Strana 42 - Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround — They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste — Ah! little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain...
Strana 165 - To overcome in battle, and subdue Nations, and bring home spoils with infinite Manslaughter, shall be held the highest pitch Of human glory...
Strana 81 - They moved in tracks of shining white; And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire — Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Strana 114 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...
Strana 81 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes : They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.
Strana 138 - Or sages who foresee a heaven on earth. For none of these I write, and none of these Could read the writing if they deigned to try: So may they flourish, in their due degrees, On our sweet earth and in their unplaced sky. If any cares for the weak words here written, It must be some one desolate, fate-smitten, Whose faith and hope are dead, and who would die.
Strana 47 - With honourable ruffians in their hire, Cause war to rage, and blood around to pour...
Strana 42 - By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery. Sore pierced by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty.
Strana 43 - The toils of law, (what dark insidious men Have cumBrous added to perplex the truth, And lengthen simple justice into trade,) How glorious were the day ! that saw these broke, And every man within the reach of right.
Strana 160 - War has made many great whom peace makes small. If after being released from the toils of war, you neglect the arts of peace, if your peace and your liberty be a state of warfare, if war be your only virtue, the summit of your praise, you will, believe me, soon find peace the most adverse to your interests.

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