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The Wrecker's Daughter: And Other Tales of the Forest, the Shore, and the ...
Charles Parker Ilsley
No preview available - 2009
Annie arms beautiful blessing block-house boat Brave bushes canoe captain captive CHAPTER child companion cove dark daugh deacon dear death deep distance Edward Irving Ellen emotions Eveleth excited exclaimed eyes Falmouth father fear feelings felt followed forest Freeport gazing George girl glance hand happy head heard heart Henry hour Indians Irving leave Lemoine Liberty Pole light lips look Machias maiden Mary Millet mind moon morning mother night O'Brion panion party passed reached red-skins replied reptyles rescue rifle risky business river rocks rushed sail savages scalp scene schooner Scout settlement ship shore shot sight silence soon spirit spot stand-up fight steps stood thought tion tomahawk tone trail treach tree uncon uttered varmints vessel voice whispered Whist wife wild William McLellan woods Worthly wrecker wrecker's daughter yawl young youngster
Page 75 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the .resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even...
Page 173 - That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship. Nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird, Passes ; and yon clear spring, that midst its herbs Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does.
Page 29 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Page 343 - Come and hear, all ye that fear God: and I will declare what he hath done for my soul.
Page 79 - And whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take : For ever, and for ever, farewell, Cassius ! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile ; If not, why then, this parting was well made.
Page 281 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 72 - Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian- angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...
Page 281 - Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication. For his simple heart Might not resist the sacred influences Which, from the stilly twilight of the place, And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty.
Page 9 - THE island lies nine leagues away. Along its solitary shore, Of craggy rock and sandy bay, No sound but ocean's roar, Save where the bold, wild sea-bird makes her home, Her shrill cry coming through the sparkling foam. But when the light winds lie at rest, And on the glassy, heaving sea, The black duck, with her glossy breast, Sits swinging silently, How beautiful ! No ripples break the reach, And silvery waves go noiseless up the beach.
Page 234 - Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends; Where roll'd the ocean, thereon was his home; Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends, He had the passion and the power to roam; The desert, forest, cavern, breaker's foam, Were unto him companionship; they spake A mutual language, clearer than the tome Of his land's tongue, which he would oft forsake For Nature's pages glass'd by sunbeams on the lake.