The Canadian Monthly and National Review, Volume 6Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart Adam, Stevenson & Company, 1874 |
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... living present , in- stead of keeping them shut up in little - used volumes of history . Probably as these days recede more and more into the misty past , and are crowned with its ideal halo , they will more and more furnish subjects ...
... living present , in- stead of keeping them shut up in little - used volumes of history . Probably as these days recede more and more into the misty past , and are crowned with its ideal halo , they will more and more furnish subjects ...
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... living roses in beauty . " St. Ours sighed deeply , but was still silent . He had not even a smile to return for the absurd rhapsody of his friend , who , some- what annoyed by his silence and emotion , exclaimed , with the impetuosity ...
... living roses in beauty . " St. Ours sighed deeply , but was still silent . He had not even a smile to return for the absurd rhapsody of his friend , who , some- what annoyed by his silence and emotion , exclaimed , with the impetuosity ...
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... living , still living , still despairing - as he must ever be- of the right to seek and win the one trea- sure that he coveted ! To - morrow might end for him all hope and all despair for this brief life , since there lay the black ...
... living , still living , still despairing - as he must ever be- of the right to seek and win the one trea- sure that he coveted ! To - morrow might end for him all hope and all despair for this brief life , since there lay the black ...
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... living - sentiment giving way to utility , as it always has to do , when the picturesqueness of nature stands in the way of human necessities , real or fic- titious . Feeling that this change must necessarily , in the course of years ...
... living - sentiment giving way to utility , as it always has to do , when the picturesqueness of nature stands in the way of human necessities , real or fic- titious . Feeling that this change must necessarily , in the course of years ...
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... living air , And the blue sky , and in the mind of man A motion and a spirit that impels All thinking things - all objects of all thought , And rolls through all things . " A BIRTHDAY SONG . FOR DOMINION DAY . M ETHOUGHT - in visions of ...
... living air , And the blue sky , and in the mind of man A motion and a spirit that impels All thinking things - all objects of all thought , And rolls through all things . " A BIRTHDAY SONG . FOR DOMINION DAY . M ETHOUGHT - in visions of ...
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American appears arms Ashanti beautiful brigands British Bute Inlet called Canada Canadian Cape Coast Castle Carlism character Christian Church Coast Comte de Frontenac Coomassie course death Dimitri doubt drams enemy England English eyes father favour feel feet flowers force France French Froude give Government ground Hadgi-Stavros hand head heart honour hope human Indian influence interest Irish king labour ladies Lake Lake Nipigon Lake Superior land light living look Lord Louis Philippe Madame Simons ment miles mind moral mother mountains nation nature never night once Oneida Community Parliament party passed peace Peace River Photini political poor present Quebec question religion river Roslaf seemed side song soul spirit strong sweet tell thing thou thought Thunder Bay tion Totma trees Ultramontane whole women words young
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Página 80 - There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream ; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...
Página 80 - Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died.
Página 83 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Página 82 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries,. " She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, " She is late;" The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers,
Página 83 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird...
Página 194 - For we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish : to the one we are the savour of death unto death ; and to the other the savour of life unto life.
Página 544 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 205 - Trees, a veil just half withdrawn ; This fall of water, that doth make A murmur near the silent Lake...
Página 81 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Página 112 - But often, in the world's most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life ; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course ; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us — to know Whence our lives come and where they go.