Geographical reader, Issue 4

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Page 96 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Page 141 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics. Neither locks had they to their doors nor bars to their window.s ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Page 130 - June, 1847; and the total loss by deaths in the expedition has been to this date 9 officers and 15 men. (Signed) James Fitzjames, Captain HMS Erebus. (Signed) FRM Crozier, Captain and Senior Officer. and start (on) to-morrow, 26th, for Back's Fish River.
Page 185 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows faim, Survey our empire, and behold our home } These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who incut obey.
Page 93 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 48 - Auld Lang Syne' brings Scotland, one and all, Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams, The Dee, the Don, Balgounie's Brig's black wall, All my boy feelings, all my gentler dreams Of what I then dreamt, clothed in their own pall, Like Banquo's offspring; - floating past me seems My childhood in this childishness of mine: I care not - 'tis a glimpse of Auld Lang Syne.
Page 54 - Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea. The shores of Mull on the eastward lay, And Ulva dark and Colonsay, And all the group of islets gay That guard famed Staffa round.
Page 54 - Compared to this, what are the cathedrals or the palaces built by men ? Mere models or playthings ! imitations as diminutive as his works will always be when compared to those of Nature...
Page 173 - YIELDING AND PAYING yearly to us, our heirs and successors, ' for the same, two elks and two black beavers, whensoever and as often as we, our heirs and successors, shall happen to enter into the said countries, territories and regions hereby granted...

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