The Canadian Monthly and National Review, Volum 6Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart Adam, Stevenson & Company, 1874 |
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Pàgina 1
... England and her revolted colonies when the flames of the War of Independence had been quenched in the blood of so many of her children . The mother country had not yet , perhaps , forgiven her vigorous but somewhat insub- ordinate scion ...
... England and her revolted colonies when the flames of the War of Independence had been quenched in the blood of so many of her children . The mother country had not yet , perhaps , forgiven her vigorous but somewhat insub- ordinate scion ...
Pàgina 3
... England , where a war with England and a French connection were equally deprecated , and where the feeling , stirred up by the embargo , excited one of the earliest poetic efforts of Lowell , then a boy of thirteen . But there was ...
... England , where a war with England and a French connection were equally deprecated , and where the feeling , stirred up by the embargo , excited one of the earliest poetic efforts of Lowell , then a boy of thirteen . But there was ...
Pàgina 4
... England , indeed , the oppo- The extravagant hopes and expectations enter- tained by the Americans as to the easy conquest of Canada , will be best seen from the following extracts from speeches delivered upon the floor of Congress ...
... England , indeed , the oppo- The extravagant hopes and expectations enter- tained by the Americans as to the easy conquest of Canada , will be best seen from the following extracts from speeches delivered upon the floor of Congress ...
Pàgina 5
... England for the purpose of being employed on the Continent , this permission arising solely from a desire to promote his wishes and advantage . But Brock , feeling the critical position of Canadian affairs , and acting in accordance ...
... England for the purpose of being employed on the Continent , this permission arising solely from a desire to promote his wishes and advantage . But Brock , feeling the critical position of Canadian affairs , and acting in accordance ...
Pàgina 24
... England was once especially against their fellow - men in battle , " there are famous . " Are there no such evils to be more subtle and dangerous enemies of their dreaded in Canada ? And there are others , country to be encountered in ...
... England was once especially against their fellow - men in battle , " there are famous . " Are there no such evils to be more subtle and dangerous enemies of their dreaded in Canada ? And there are others , country to be encountered in ...
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Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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,
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 205 - Trees, a veil just half withdrawn ; This fall of water, that doth make A murmur near the silent Lake...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.