The Merrimack River: Its Source and Its Tributaries. Embracing a History of Manufactures, and of the Towns Along Its Course; Their Geography, Topography, and Products, with a Description of the Magnificent Natural Scenery about Its Upper Waters

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B. B. Russell, 1869 - Merrimac River Valley - 299 pages
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Page 127 - Father, Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Page 52 - Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The caverned bank, his old secure abode ; And flies aloft, and flounces round the pool, Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage ; Till, floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandoned, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Page 52 - The speckled captive throw. But should you lure From his dark haunt, beneath the tangled roots Of pendent trees, the monarch of the brook, Behoves you then to ply your finest art. Long time he, following cautious, scans the fly, And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft The dimpled water speaks his jealous fear.
Page 243 - The Great Spirit says this, and it must be so ! We are few and powerless before them ! We must bend before the storm ! The wind blows hard ! The old oak trembles ! Its branches are gone ! Its sap is frozen ! It bends ! It falls ! Peace, Peace, with the white men' — is the command of the Great Spirit — and the wish —the last wish — -of Passaconnaway.
Page 52 - Just in the dubious point, where with the pool Is mix'd the trembling stream, or where it boils Around the stone, or from the hollow'd bank Reverted plays in undulating- flow, There throw, nice-judging, the delusive fly ; And as you lead it round in artful curve, With eye attentive mark the springing game.
Page 52 - High to their fount, this day, amid the hills, And woodlands warbling round, trace up the brooks; The next pursue their rocky-channel'd maze, Down to the river, in whose ample wave Their little naiads love to sport at large.
Page 144 - Clouds and from hence we beheld a vapor (like a great Pillar) drawn up by the Sun Beams out of a great Lake or Pond into the Air, where it was formed into a Cloud. The country beyond these Hills northward is daunting terrible, being full of rocky Hills, as thick as mole-hills in a meadow and clothed with infinite thick woods.
Page 233 - When messengers the news shall bear, Of Lovewell's dear-bought victory.* With footsteps slow shall travellers go, Where Lovewell's Pond shines clear and bright, And mark the place where those are laid Who fell in Lovewell's bloody fight. Old men shall shake their heads, and say, " Sad was the hour and terrible When Lovewell brave 'gainst Paugus went, With fifty men from Dunstable.
Page 299 - As a soldier of the cross— humble, devout, ardent — he put on the whole armor of God, preferring the honor of Christ to his own interest, repose, reputation, or life.
Page 51 - And, whitening, down their mossy-tinctur'd stream Descends the billowy foam: now is the time, While yet the dark-brown water aids the guile, To tempt the trout. The well-dissembled fly, The rod fme-tapering with elastic spring, Snatch'd from the hoary steed the floating line, And all thy slender watry stores prepare.

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