Ab-o'th'-Yate in Yankeeland: The Results of Two Trips to America

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Heywood, 1885 - Počet stran: 324
 

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Strana 106 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn ! Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Strana 166 - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Strana 106 - Rapids are near and the daylight's past. Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl. But, when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past. Utawas' tide ! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Strana 106 - The rapids are near, and the daylight's past Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl. But when the wind blows off the shore, O, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar...
Strana 7 - Ye! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell; Farewell!
Strana 221 - Of Europe, keep our noble England whole, And save the one true seed of freedom sown Betwixt a people and their ancient throne, That sober freedom out of which there springs Our loyal passion for our temperate kings...
Strana 233 - And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Strana 184 - ... hoped, then, for this humble volume is, that it may be permitted to float like a feather before the eye of an indulgent public during the usual period allotted to new publications, and afterwards to share the fate already awarded to crowds of more deserving contemporaries. Books are all " like poppies spread, We seize the flower, the bloom is shed ; Or like the snow-falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever : Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place,—...
Strana 295 - ... emphatically we do not want to be taken as criticising Commander Travis who has all along done his utmost to help us in every possible way. But if we are to do our job as well as it could and should be done it is absolutely vital that our wants, small as they are, should be promptly attended to. We have felt that we should be failing in our duty if we did not draw your attention to the facts and to the effects which they are having and must continue to have on our work, unless immediate action...
Strana 197 - SABBATH ! thou art my Ararat of life, Smiling above the deluge of my cares, — My only refuge from the storms of strife, When constant Hope her noblest aspect wears, — When my torn mind its broken strength repairs, And volant Fancy breathes a sweeter strain. Calm season ! when my thirsting spirit shares A draught of joy unmixed with aught of pain, Spending the quiet...

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