The Maritime Monthly, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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Page 251 - The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Page 208 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Page 564 - For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins ; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins ; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Page 206 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 206 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 251 - As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. 'And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating 'by, As green as emerald.
Page 204 - The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy! Still, thou art blest, compar'd wi' me! The present only toucheth thee: But, och ! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an
Page 251 - Nor shapes of men, nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around...
Page 563 - Round the feet of the day and the feet of the night. Where shall we find her, how shall we sing to her, Fold our hands round her knees, and cling?
Page 155 - I was a coward in the presence of such a mob ; would have embraced him, only he, being an Englishman, I did not know how he would receive me; so I did what cowardice and false pride suggested was the best thing walked deliberately to him, took off my hat, and said : " Dr. Livingstone, I presume ? " " YES," said he, with a kind smile, lifting his cap slightly.

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