The Irishman in Canada

S. Low, Marston & Company, 1877 - 692 páginas

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Página 134 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great sized monster of ingratitudes ; Those scraps are good deeds past: which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon Aa done : Perseverance dear, my lord, Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty
Página 194 - Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, 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, Oh
Página 625 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gush from the heart; As rain from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies."
Página 194 - 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. Saint of this green isle ! hear our prayers, Oh ! grant us cool heavens and favouring airs. Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near, and the daylight's
Página 185 - What is the worst of woes that wait on age ? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow t To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Página 13 - Constance. For a time it seemed as if the course of the world's history was to be changed, as if the older Celtic race that Roman and German had swept before them had turned to the moral conquest of their conquerors, as if Celtic and not Latin Christianity was to mould the destinies of the Church of the West.
Página 161 - The lots were made, and mark'd and mix'd and handed In silent horror, and their distribution Lull'd even the savage hunger which demanded, Like the Promethean vulture, this pollution; None in particular had sought or plann'd it, °Twas nature gnaw'd them to this resolution, By which none were permitted to be neuter
Página 589 - Think not when woman's transient breath is fled That all her vanities at once are dead : Succeeding vanities she still regards, And tho' she plays no more, o'erlooks the cards.
Página 194 - 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

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