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... into my brain While I look upward to thee . It would seem As if God poured thee from his " hollow hand , " And hung his bow upon thine awful front , And spoke in that loud voice which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's ...
... into my brain While I look upward to thee . It would seem As if God poured thee from his " hollow hand , " And hung his bow upon thine awful front , And spoke in that loud voice which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's ...
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afterwards American Falls American side bank Bath Island beautiful Biddle's Stairs boat Brock's Monument Buffalo Canada side Canadian cataract Cave Chippewa cliff Clifton House deep descend DEVIL'S HOLE edge Engraving escarpment Falls of Niagara feet high feet thick feet wide fell Ferry flood foam foot formation Fort Niagara Fort Schlosser Francis Abbot gaze geological Goat Island Grand Island head of Goat HERMIT Horse-Shoe Fall hurled hurried Indian Iris or Goat Lake Ontario Lane was fought leap Lewiston limestone Luna Island Lundy's Lane magnificent miles farther named Navy Island neighbour NIAGARA FALLS NIAGARA RIVER pass plunge precipice pride of America Prospect House Prospect Point Queenston Heights rainbows rapids recede red shaly sandstone retrograde roar scene Schlosser seen seven miles short distance spot spray stand steamer strata stratum stream sublime Table Rock table-land Terrapin Tower thee thine three miles Three Sisters thundering village visited Whirlpool white canoe yards
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Стр. 13 - Peace of mind ; tranquillity ; calm recollections of the dead ; Great thoughts of eternal rest and happiness ; nothing of gloom or terror. Niagara was at once stamped upon my heart, an image of Beauty ; to remain there, changeless and indelible, until its pulses cease to beat for ever.
Стр. 13 - Oh, how the strife and trouble of daily life receded from my view, and lessened in the distance, during the ten memorable days we passed on that Enchanted Ground! What voices spoke from out the thundering water; what faces, faded from the earth, looked out upon me from its gleaming depths; what Heavenly promise glistened in those angels...
Стр. 60 - And hung his bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake, The sound of many waters ; and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His centuries in the eternal rocks.
Стр. 60 - The thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from his hollow hand, . . And hung his bow upon thy awful front, And spoke in that loud voice which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake The "sound of many waters," and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back And notch his centuries in the eternal rocks.
Стр. 59 - Hail! Sovereign of the World of Floods, whose majesty and might First dazzles — then enraptures — then o'erawes the aching sight : The pomp of kings and emperors, in every clime and zone, Grows dim before the splendour of thy glorious watery throne.
Стр. 59 - Tis meet for them, To touch thy garment's hem, and lightly stir The snowy leaflets of thy vapor-wreath, For they may sport unharmed amid the cloud, Or listen at the echoing gate of heaven, Without reproof. But as for us, it seems Scarce lawful, with our broken tones, to speak Familiarly of thee. Methinks, to tint Thy glorious features with our pencil's point, Or woo thee to the tablet of a song, Were profanation. Thou dost make the soul A wondering witness of thy majesty, But as it presses with delirious...
Стр. 14 - I think in every quiet season now, still do those waters roll and leap, and roar and tumble, all day long ; still are the rainbows spanning them, a hundred feet below. Still, when the sun is on them, do they shine and glow like molten gold. Still, when the day is gloomy, do they fall like snow, or seem to crumble away like the front of a great chalk cliff, or roll down the rock like dense white smoke. But always does the mighty stream appear to die as it comes down, and always from its unfathomable...
Стр. 59 - God ! From this primeval altar — the green and virgin sod — The humble homage that my soul in gratitude would pay To Thee ! whose shield has guarded me through all my wandering way.
Стр. 60 - Deep calleth unto deep. And what are we That hear the question of that voice sublime ? O, what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet by thy thundering side ? Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life to thy unceasing roar ? And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to HIM Who drowned a world and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might.
Стр. 35 - Saw the first wreath of glory that enthron'd thy infant brow. And from that hour to this, in which I gaze upon thy stream, From age to age — in winter's frost, or summer's sultry beam — By day, by night — without a pause — thy waves, with loud acclaim, In ceaseless sounds, have still proclaimed the Great Eternal's name.