Adventures in the Wilds of the United States and British American Provinces, Volum 1

J. W. Moore, 1856

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Side 8 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Side 182 - Tis the middle watch of a summer's night,— The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright; Naught is seen in the vault on high But the moon, and the stars, and the cloudless sky, And the flood which rolls its milky hue, A river of light on the welkin blue. The moon looks down on old Cro'nest; She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast, And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below.
Side 190 - What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest; Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast :Not...
Side 158 - And I am glad that he has lived thus long, And glad that he has gone to his reward ; Nor can I deem that Nature did him wrong, Softly to disengage the vital cord.
Side 245 - Methinks he would have scorned man's vaunted power To plough the deep. His pinions bore him down To Algiers the warlike, or the coral groves That blush beneath the green of Bona's waves, And traversed in an hour a wider space Than yonder gallant ship, with all her sails Wooing the winds, can cross from morn till eve. His bright eyes were his compass, earth his chart; His talons anchored on the stormiest cliff, And on the very lighthouse rock he perched When winds churned white the waves.
Side 83 - ... canoes, that at first we took them to be large trees, which threatened to upset us. We saw also a hideous monster; his head was like that of a tiger, his nose was sharp, and somewhat resembled a wildcat ; his beard was long ; his ears stood upright ; the color of his head was gray ; and his neck black. He looked upon us for some time, but as we came near him our oars frightened him away.
Side 216 - The night-bird sung, and the stars above Told many a touching story Of friends long passed to the kingdom of love, Where the soul wears its mantle of glory. We parted in silence — our cheeks were wet With the tears that were past controlling; We vowed we would never, no, never forget, And those vows, at the time, were consoling; But...
Side 311 - This is my domain, my cell, My hermitage, my cabin, — what you will — I love it belter than a snail his house. But now Ye shall be feasted with our best.
Side 157 - He was always the leader of the nutting-parties in autumn, and a participator in the sleighrides of winter. In fact, he was every where, and had a hand in almost every thing that transpired. " About six weeks ago it was reported throughout the village that our old Indian friend was very sick, and at the point of death.
Side 216 - And now on the midnight sky I look, . And my heart grows full of weeping; Each star is to me a sealed book, Some tale of that loved one keeping. We parted in silence, we parted in tears, On the banks of that lonely river ; But the odor and bloom of those bygone years, Shall hang o'er its waters forever.

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