Canadian Magazine of Politics, Science, Art & Literature, Volume 4H. C. Maclean Publications, 1895 |
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... thought , and to aid in opening mines of literary worth that are yet undeveloped THE CANANDIAN MAGA- ZINE trusts to have the sympathy and practical encouragement of patriotic anadians To those who recognize how much Canada has hitherto ...
... thought , and to aid in opening mines of literary worth that are yet undeveloped THE CANANDIAN MAGA- ZINE trusts to have the sympathy and practical encouragement of patriotic anadians To those who recognize how much Canada has hitherto ...
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... thought of how little is known , and how little has been written , about the_game in the Province of Ontario . It is not improbable that there is no other re- gion where game is so abundant near the habitations of civilization ; yet ...
... thought of how little is known , and how little has been written , about the_game in the Province of Ontario . It is not improbable that there is no other re- gion where game is so abundant near the habitations of civilization ; yet ...
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... thought . 66 " I am glad to make your acquaint- ance , Mr. Fox , " said Mr. Grey , in a dignified manner . Mr. Fox , which means Mr. Reynard , in other words , the crafty , the cunning , the cruel - eb , " Well , of course , that's as ...
... thought . 66 " I am glad to make your acquaint- ance , Mr. Fox , " said Mr. Grey , in a dignified manner . Mr. Fox , which means Mr. Reynard , in other words , the crafty , the cunning , the cruel - eb , " Well , of course , that's as ...
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... thought they had never tasted anything so sweet as that . They then went to their ship , and sailed into that sound which lay between the island . and the ness or cape which jutted out north of the mainland , and steered westward past ...
... thought they had never tasted anything so sweet as that . They then went to their ship , and sailed into that sound which lay between the island . and the ness or cape which jutted out north of the mainland , and steered westward past ...
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... thought , as a loud double- knock resounded through the hall . III . Never had the aroma of tea been more deliciously fragrant , or its flavor more suggestive of all sorts of dreamy , celestial delights , than on that particu- lar ...
... thought , as a loud double- knock resounded through the hall . III . Never had the aroma of tea been more deliciously fragrant , or its flavor more suggestive of all sorts of dreamy , celestial delights , than on that particu- lar ...
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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.