The Canadian Monthly and National Review, Volumen6Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart Adam, Stevenson & Company, 1874 |
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... death on a com- paratively obscure battle - field , but to be also a chief instrument in saving Canada to Great Britain , and to become , no less than his like - minded predecessor , General Wolfe , an honoured and unforgotten hero ...
... death on a com- paratively obscure battle - field , but to be also a chief instrument in saving Canada to Great Britain , and to become , no less than his like - minded predecessor , General Wolfe , an honoured and unforgotten hero ...
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... death occurred , and where his memorial column stands , is , no less than the Plains of Abraham , one of Can- ada's sacred places , where memories akin to those of Thermopyla and Marathon may well move every Canadian who has a heart to ...
... death occurred , and where his memorial column stands , is , no less than the Plains of Abraham , one of Can- ada's sacred places , where memories akin to those of Thermopyla and Marathon may well move every Canadian who has a heart to ...
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... death - bed , neither of us , children as we were , realizing the solemnity of the act in which we were principals . I only remember that I felt a kind of aversion to her even then , but as it was stipulated that I should not claim my ...
... death - bed , neither of us , children as we were , realizing the solemnity of the act in which we were principals . I only remember that I felt a kind of aversion to her even then , but as it was stipulated that I should not claim my ...
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... death might not he be num- bered ? At this thought of coming doom an in- tense desire seized him to see Clarice , to look upon her if only for one moment , but he was in command of a battery in the Lower Town , and could not leave his ...
... death might not he be num- bered ? At this thought of coming doom an in- tense desire seized him to see Clarice , to look upon her if only for one moment , but he was in command of a battery in the Lower Town , and could not leave his ...
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... death I remem- ber among the great sorrows of my life . " There was a pause when he ceased to speak , for Léon's tongue clove to the roof of his mouth ; in the shame and agony of that moment the very pulsations of his heart became ...
... death I remem- ber among the great sorrows of my life . " There was a pause when he ceased to speak , for Léon's tongue clove to the roof of his mouth ; in the shame and agony of that moment the very pulsations of his heart became ...
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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.