Seas and Lands

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Longmans, Green, and Company, 1891 - Japan - 530 pages
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Page 252 - Before beginning, and without an end, As space eternal and as surety sure, Is fixed a Power divine which moves to good, Only its laws endure.
Page 49 - And that true North, whereof we lately heard A strain to shame us "keep you to yourselves; So loyal is too costly! friends - your love Is but a burthen: loose the bond, and go.
Page 34 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 253 - It slayeth and it saveth, nowise moved Except unto the working out of doom ; Its threads are Love and Life ; and Death and Pain The shuttles of its loom.
Page 99 - The Court agree to give Four Hundred Pounds towards a School or College, whereof Two Hundred Pounds shall be paid the next year, and Two Hundred Pounds when the work is finished, and the next Court to appoint where and what building.
Page 6 - The cathedral is filled with relics and trophies. In the vestibule is a huge shell, one of many hundreds of shells which were thrown into the city. Over the altar are still seen the French flagstaves, taken by the garrison in a desperate sally. The white ensigns of the House of Bourbon have long been dust : but their place has been supplied by new banners, the work of the fairest hands of Ulster.
Page 46 - Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree, What doth thy bold voice promise me?'' "I promise thee all joyous things, That furnish forth the lives of kings ! "For ev'ry silver ringing blow, Cities and palaces shall grow!' "Bite deep and wide, O Axe, the tree, Tell wider prophecies to me.
Page 24 - Time was when it was praise and boast enough In every clime, and travel where we might, That we were born her children. Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mother tongue, And Wolfe's great name compatriot with his own.
Page 54 - He told them of the river, whose mighty current gave Its freshness for a hundred leagues to ocean's briny wave; He told them of the glorious scene presented to his sight, What time he reared the cross and crown on Hochelaga's...
Page 94 - If I could put my woods in song, And tell what's there enjoyed, All men would to my gardens throng, And leave the cities void. In my plot no tulips blow, — Snow-loving pines and oaks instead; And rank the savage maples grow From spring's faint flush to autumn red. My garden is a forest ledge Which older forests bound; The banks slope down to the blue lake-edge...

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