The New North: Being Some Account of a Woman's Journey Through Canada to the ArcticD. Appleton and Company, 1909 - 398 páginas |
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Página 66 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Página 175 - Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Birthless and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit for ever; Death hath not touched it at all, dead though the house of it seems!
Página 354 - Not of the sunlight, Not of the moonlight, Not of the starlight ! O young Mariner, Down to the haven, Call your companions, Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam.
Página 249 - Into this Universe, and Why not knowing Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing ; And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.
Página 18 - The voyageur smiles as he listens To the sound that grows apace ; Well he knows the vesper ringing Of the bells of St. Boniface. The bells of the Roman Mission, That call from their turrets twain, To the boatman on the river, To the hunter on the plain...
Página 301 - In this case, she joins it at the surface of the water, whenever it has occasion to rise for respiration ; encourages it to swim off; assists its flight, by taking it under her fin ; and seldom deserts it while life remains. She is then dangerous to approach ; but affords frequent opportunities for attack. She loses all regard for her own safety, in anxiety for the preservation of her young — dashes through the midst of her enemies — despises the danger that threatens her — and even voluntarily...
Página 249 - Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, ' How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love! And when you think of this, remember, too, "Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
Página 157 - Far in the grim North-west beyond the lines That turn the rivers eastward to the sea, Set with a thousand islands, crowned with pines, Lies the deep water, wild Temagami: Wild for the hunter's roving, and the use Of trappers in its dark and trackless vales, Wild with the trampling of the giant moose, And the weird magic of old Indian tales.
Página 105 - From the lone shelling and the misty island. Mountains divide us and a waste of seas, But still the heart, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides...
Página 1 - THE MENDICANTS. We are as mendicants who wait Along the roadside in the sun. Tatters of yesterday and shreds Of morrow clothe us every one. And some are dotards, who believe And glory in the days of old; While some are dreamers, harping still Upon an unknown age of gold. Hopeless or witless! Not one heeds, As lavish Time comes down the way And tosses in the suppliant hat One great new-minted gold To-day. Ungrateful heart and grudging thanks, His beggar's wisdom only sees Housing and bread and beer...