Adventures of an Angler in Canada, Nova Scotia and the United States

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R. Bentley, 1848 - Всего страниц: 322
 

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Стр. 39 - What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction; not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest, Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Стр. 142 - Laurence's cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light...
Стр. 296 - tis a proud and gallant show Of bright and broad-spread wings Flinging a glory round them, as they keep Their course right onward through the unsounded deep. And where the far-off sand-bars lift Their backs in long and narrow line, The breakers shout, and leap, and shift, And send the sparkling brine...
Стр. 296 - And where the far-off sand-bars lift Their backs in long and narrow line, The breakers shout, and leap, and shift, And send the sparkling brine Into the air ; then rush to mimic strife — Glad creatures of the sea, and full of life — But not to LEE.
Стр. 39 - Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Стр. 85 - The night-bird sung, and the stars above Told many a touching story Of friends long passed to the kingdom of love, Where the soul wears its mantle of glory. We parted in silence, — our cheeks were wet With the tears that were past controlling ; We...
Стр. 85 - But those lips that echoed the sounds of mine Are as cold as that lonely river; And that eye, that beautiful spirit's shrine, Has shrouded its fires forever. And now on the midnight sky I look, And my heart grows full of weeping ; Each star is to me a sealed book, Some tale of that loved one keeping. We parted in silence, we parted in tears, On the banks of that lonely river ; But the odor and bloom of those bygone years, Shall hang o'er its waters forever.
Стр. 173 - In the belfry of this venerable church hangs a clear-toned bell, with an inscription upon it which the learning of Canada (with all its learned and unnumbered priests) has not yet been able to translate or expound.
Стр. 194 - We had been almost devoured by the black flies, during the afternoon, and as soon as darkness came, we secured a couple of beds in a Frenchman's house, and, as we tumbled in, congratulated ourselves upon a little comfortable repose. It was an exceedingly sultry night, and though we were both in a complete fever, from the fly poison circulating in our veins, the heat excelled the fever, and our bodies were literally in a melting condition. We...
Стр. 173 - The tides of the ocean are observable as far north as Chicoutimi, and this entire section of the river is navigable for ships of the largest class. That portion of the Saguenay extending from Grand Bay to the St. Lawrence, a distance of sixty miles, is greatly distinguished for its wild and picturesque scenery. I know not that I can better portray to my reader's mind the peculiarity of this river, than by the following method. Imagine, for a moment, an extensive country of rocky and...

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