Rose-Belford's Canadian Monthly and National Review, Volume 8Rose-Belford Publishing Company, 1882 |
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Pagina 9
... common country . The true patriot is not he who swaggers over what his nation can do , or who waxes eloquent over its vast extent of territory , its boundless resources and its unimaginable future ; but he who labours practically , in ...
... common country . The true patriot is not he who swaggers over what his nation can do , or who waxes eloquent over its vast extent of territory , its boundless resources and its unimaginable future ; but he who labours practically , in ...
Pagina 23
... common - sense view of the case . He had given her the best education , together with several years of foreign travel , under the guidance . of a controlling mind , which had moulded her character and developed the resources of ...
... common - sense view of the case . He had given her the best education , together with several years of foreign travel , under the guidance . of a controlling mind , which had moulded her character and developed the resources of ...
Pagina 25
... common weather- stained wood , but of polished ma hogany . The shop windows were covered with a thick coating of fro- zen sleet , whose corrugated surface diffused the light , and rendered it less dazzlingly brilliant to the eye . away ...
... common weather- stained wood , but of polished ma hogany . The shop windows were covered with a thick coating of fro- zen sleet , whose corrugated surface diffused the light , and rendered it less dazzlingly brilliant to the eye . away ...
Pagina 47
... common weal directly resulting from a traffic which has never been free from these conse- quences , why should he hesitate about putting a stop to it ? Now it may be said this is the usual style of the temperance fanatic . You are ...
... common weal directly resulting from a traffic which has never been free from these conse- quences , why should he hesitate about putting a stop to it ? Now it may be said this is the usual style of the temperance fanatic . You are ...
Pagina 48
... common as they are , need no rhetoric to describe their horrors . And it is not the intensity alone of these evils that startles us . How wide - spread they are ? What town , what village , what country - side is free from them ? How ...
... common as they are , need no rhetoric to describe their horrors . And it is not the intensity alone of these evils that startles us . How wide - spread they are ? What town , what village , what country - side is free from them ? How ...
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Antigone asked beautiful boundaries British called Canada Canadian Christian church Cimabue Clair colony Crown Dominion Edipus Elsie England English Erik the Red evil eyes fact father feel French Freydis girl give Government Greenland ground hand Harry heart Helen honour Hudson's Bay Hudson's Bay Company Iceland Irish island Ismene Jews Karlsefne Kirby Wiske Kreon labour lady Lake land light live look Lord ment mind moral mother nature ness never night Norsemen Northmen once Ontario passed play poem poet poetry political Quebec Act question Reginald river seems ship side Skrælings Sophocles sure tell thee Theseus things thou thought tion told Toronto trade true truth turned Upper Canada Vinland whole words writer young
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Pagina 244 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Pagina 55 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; And crook the pregnant ' hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish her election, She hath sealed thee for herself.
Pagina 56 - My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have uttered : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from.
Pagina 489 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Pagina 248 - Our two souls, therefore, which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two ; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if th
Pagina 491 - And with them the being beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine ; And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eves, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Pagina 61 - ... my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Pagina 59 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Pagina 218 - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? Gone, — glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and passed away, — is this the whole?
Pagina 61 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay...