Canadian Magazine of Politics, Science, Art & Literature, Volume 4H. C. Maclean Publications, 1895 |
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... give him a wide berth . The cow , also , is not to be approached with impunity when her calves are young , and it will be well , if one wishes to secure one of the young ones , to pursue the same tactics as he would with a she bear in ...
... give him a wide berth . The cow , also , is not to be approached with impunity when her calves are young , and it will be well , if one wishes to secure one of the young ones , to pursue the same tactics as he would with a she bear in ...
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... give him a wide berth . The cow , also , is not to be approached with impunity when her calves are young , and it will be well , if one wishes to secure one of the young ones , to pursue the same tactics as he would with a she bear in ...
... give him a wide berth . The cow , also , is not to be approached with impunity when her calves are young , and it will be well , if one wishes to secure one of the young ones , to pursue the same tactics as he would with a she bear in ...
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... give me a hand with the job . " I believe in turning my hand to anything , " he said , gaily . He bargained for the rooms with the easy , off - hand manner of one who was accustomed to large transactions , and agreed to pay a fair ...
... give me a hand with the job . " I believe in turning my hand to anything , " he said , gaily . He bargained for the rooms with the easy , off - hand manner of one who was accustomed to large transactions , and agreed to pay a fair ...
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... give you pain , for I have a very high opinion of you . " I withdrew , and waited for the ad- vent of Abel Fox . Eight and nine o'clock passed , and he did not come . It was a moonlight night , and I set out to meet him . My path lay ...
... give you pain , for I have a very high opinion of you . " I withdrew , and waited for the ad- vent of Abel Fox . Eight and nine o'clock passed , and he did not come . It was a moonlight night , and I set out to meet him . My path lay ...
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... give up their little seven - by - nine abodes ; for Sconset is a thorough fisherman's paradise , and nobody has a house big- ger than his neighbor ; consequently , everybody is on good terms with everybody else In the midst of all the ...
... give up their little seven - by - nine abodes ; for Sconset is a thorough fisherman's paradise , and nobody has a house big- ger than his neighbor ; consequently , everybody is on good terms with everybody else In the midst of all the ...
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Página 102 - I could not but smile to see how industriously they locked the door on my meditations, which followed them out again without let or hindrance, and they were really all that was dangerous.
Página 102 - In the morning, our breakfasts were put through the hole in the door, in small oblong-square tin pans, made to fit, and holding a pint of chocolate, with brown bread, and an iron spoon. When they called for the vessels again, I was green enough to return what bread I had left; but my comrade seized it, and said that I should lay that up for lunch or dinner. Soon after he was let out to work at haying in a...
Página 60 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 102 - ... before, nor the evening sounds of the village; for we slept with the windows open, which were inside the grating. It was to see my native village in the light of the Middle Ages, and our Concord was turned into a Rhine stream, and visions of knights and castles passed before me. They were the voices of old burghers that I heard in the streets. I was an involuntary spectator and auditor of whatever was done and said in the kitchen of the adjacent village inn — a wholly new and rare experience...
Página 22 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Página 102 - I saw that if there was a wall of stone between me and my townsmen, there was a still more difficult one to climb or break through before they could get to be as free as I was.
Página 538 - Where is now their God? 11 O let the vengeance of thy servants' blood that is shed : be openly shewed upon the heathen in our sight. 12 O let the sorrowful sighing of the prisoners come before thee : according to the greatness of thy power, preserve thou those that are appointed to die.
Página 102 - I never had heard the town-clock strike before, nor the evening sounds of the village ; for we slept with the windows open, which were inside the grating. It was to see my native village in the light of the Middle Ages, and our Concord was turned into a Rhine stream, and visions of knights and castles...
Página 460 - Another moon new risen, or meteor fallen From heaven to earth, of lambent flame serene. So stood the brittle prodigy ; though smooth And slippery the materials, yet frostbound Firm as a rock.
Página 570 - I will lie and dream of the past time, .(Eons of thought away, And through the jungle of memory Loosen my fancy to play; When, a smooth and velvety tiger, Ribbed with yellow and black, Supple and cushion-footed I wandered, where never the track Of a human creature had rustled The silence of mighty woods, And, fierce in a tyrannous freedom, I knew but the law of my moods. The elephant, trumpeting, started, When he heard my footstep near, And the spotted giraffes fled wildly In a yellow cloud of fear.