 Canon to the Plains of Far-away, But while its stream is running through the years that are to be, The mighty voice of Canada will ever call to me. I shall hear the roar of rivers where the rapids foam and tear, I shall smell the virgin upland with its...  Canada and Newfoundland - Página 206por Frank George Carpenter - 1924 - 311 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1915 - 878 páginas
...years that are to be, The mighty voice of Canada will ever call to me. I shall hear the roar of rivers where the rapids foam and tear, I shall smell the...down the winding woody vale, With the packer and the packhorse on the Athabasca Trail. I have passed the warden cities at the Eastern water-gate, Where... | |
 | Arthur Conan Doyle - 1920 - 84 páginas
...years that are to be, The mighty voice of Canada will ever call to me. I shall hear the roar of rivers where the rapids foam and tear, I shall smell the...down the winding woody vale, With the packer and the packhorse on the Athabasca Trail. I have passed the warden cities at the Eastern water-gate Where the... | |
 | Arthur Conan Doyle - 1922 - 264 páginas
...years that are to be, The mighty voice of Canada will ever call to me. I shall hear the roar of rivers where the rapids foam and tear, I shall smell the...down the winding woody vale With the packer and the packhorse on the Athabasca Trail. I have passed the warden cities at the Eastern watergate Where the... | |
 | 1925 - 794 páginas
...years that are to be, The mighty voice of Canada will ever call to me. I shall hear the roar of rivers where the rapids foam and tear, I shall smell the virgin upland with its balsam-laden air, And I shall dream that I am riding down the winding woody vale, With the packer and the packhorse on the... | |
 | 1914 - 864 páginas
...TRADER — TRAPPER. The mighty voice of Canada, Will ever call to me. I shall hear the roar of rivers, Where the rapids foam and tear, I shall smell the virgin upland, With its balsam laden air; And shall dream that I am riding, Down the winding woody vale, With the packer and... | |
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