The Quarterly Review, Том 224
William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle)
John Murray, 1915
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Стр. 403 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Стр. 590 - Government with the utmost earnestness to the fact that the objection to their present method of attack against the trade of their enemies lies in the practical impossibility of employing submarines in the destruction of commerce without disregarding those rules of fairness, reason, justice, and humanity, which all modern opinion regards as imperative.
Стр. 77 - We have fed our sea for a thousand years And she calls us, still unfed, Though there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead: We have strawed our best to the weed's unrests To the shark and the sheering gull. If blood be the price of admiralty, Lord God, we ha
Стр. 238 - The trade of neutrals with belligerents in articles not contraband is absolutely free, unless interrupted by blockade; the conveyance by neutrals to belligerents of contraband articles is always unlawful, and such articles may always be seized during transit by sea.
Стр. 318 - And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove ! For then would I fly away, and be at rest.
Стр. 419 - ... the privilege of remaining and continuing their trade, so long as they behave peaceably, and commit no offence against the laws ; and in case their conduct should render them suspected, and the respective governments should think proper to order them to remove, the term of twelve months from the publication of the order shall be allowed them for that purpose, to remove with their families, effects and property ; but this favour shall not be extended to those who shall act contrary to the established...
Стр. 411 - These homes, this valley spread below me here, The rooks, the tilted stacks, the beasts in pen, Have been the heartfelt things past-speaking dear To unknown generations of dead men, Who, century after century, held these farms, And, looking out to watch the changing sky, Heard, as we hear, the rumours and alarms Of war at hand and danger pressing nigh.
Стр. 47 - Thus far extend, thus far thy bounds, This be thy just circumference, O world ! " Thus God the heaven created, thus the earth, Matter unformed and void ; darkness profound Covered the abyss ; but on the watery calm His brooding wings the Spirit of God outspread, And vital virtue infused, and vital warmth, Throughout the fluid mass...
Стр. 305 - Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumbered, heavenly goddess, sing ! That wrath which hurled to Pluto's gloomy reign The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain ; Whose limbs unburied on the naked shore, Devouring dogs and hungry vultures tore ; Since great Achilles and Atrides strove.
Стр. 321 - Awake, my mate! Shake off thy slumbers, and clear and strong Let loose the floods of thy glorious song, The sacred dirge of thy mouth divine For sore-wept Itys, thy child and mine; Thy tender trillings his name prolong With the liquid note of thy tawny throat; Through the leafy curls of the woodbine sweet The pure sound mounts to the heavenly seat, And Phoebus, lord of the golden hair, As he lists to thy wild plaint echoing there, Draws answering strains from his ivoried lyre, Till he stirs the dance...