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... THOUSAND ISLANDS III . OUR TRIP TO THE THOUSAND ISLANDS , continued 66 IV . THE CRUISE OF THE SILVER STAR " V. FRANK REDFERN'S STORY VI . FRANK REDFERN'S STORY , continued VII . FRANK REDFERN'S STORY , continued VIII . FRANK REDFERN'S ...
... THOUSAND ISLANDS III . OUR TRIP TO THE THOUSAND ISLANDS , continued 66 IV . THE CRUISE OF THE SILVER STAR " V. FRANK REDFERN'S STORY VI . FRANK REDFERN'S STORY , continued VII . FRANK REDFERN'S STORY , continued VIII . FRANK REDFERN'S ...
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... Thousand Islands in that most gorgeous season when the decaying forest - foliage shrouds itself in splendid colours , and dies , like the dolphin , in the pride and glory of its beauty . ' 1 Many eloquent writers have recorded the ...
... Thousand Islands in that most gorgeous season when the decaying forest - foliage shrouds itself in splendid colours , and dies , like the dolphin , in the pride and glory of its beauty . ' 1 Many eloquent writers have recorded the ...
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... thousands of miles of forest are on the ground in patches of reds and yellows , which the snow makes haste to cover in massive drifts , as if it rejoiced in its long - disputed victory , and tyrannised over the woods it had at last ...
... thousands of miles of forest are on the ground in patches of reds and yellows , which the snow makes haste to cover in massive drifts , as if it rejoiced in its long - disputed victory , and tyrannised over the woods it had at last ...
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... , particularly in the Lake of the Thousand Islands , if your wanderings ever took you so far . " " Yes , I once made an expedition to that region , " I answered , " and had some excellent sport ; 8 THE CAMP ON FIRE ISLAND .
... , particularly in the Lake of the Thousand Islands , if your wanderings ever took you so far . " " Yes , I once made an expedition to that region , " I answered , " and had some excellent sport ; 8 THE CAMP ON FIRE ISLAND .
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... limited number of its members , quite unknown to the public ; it was organised somewhere about 1845 , and still exists in Canada , where it was first established . 10 CHAPTER II . OUR TRIP TO THE THOUSAND ISLANDS THE CAMP ON FIRE ISLAND .
... limited number of its members , quite unknown to the public ; it was organised somewhere about 1845 , and still exists in Canada , where it was first established . 10 CHAPTER II . OUR TRIP TO THE THOUSAND ISLANDS THE CAMP ON FIRE ISLAND .
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Page 101 - 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 257 - But here, — above, around, below, On mountain or in glen, Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower, Nor aught of vegetative power, The weary eye may ken. For all is rocks at random thrown, Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone...
Page 1 - I dream'd not then that, ere the rolling year Had fill'd its circle, I should wander here In musing awe ; should tread this wondrous world, See all its store of inland waters hurl'd In one vast volume down Niagara's steep, Or calm behold them, in transparent sleep, Where the blue hills of old Toronto shed Their evening shadows o'er Ontario's bed...
Page 256 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime. The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 114 - How beautiful this night ! The balmiest sigh Which vernal Zephyrs breathe in Evening's ear Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which Love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Page 33 - She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.
Page 180 - Till the hives overflowed; and the Indian hunters asserted Cold would the winter be, for thick was the fur of the foxes. Such was the advent of autumn. Then followed that beautiful season, Called by the pious Acadian peasants the Summer of All-Saints! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new-created in all the freshness of childhood.
Page 256 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 43 - My hawk is tired of perch and hood, My idle greyhound loathes his food, My horse is weary of his stall, And I am sick of captive thrall. I wish I were, as I have been, Hunting the hart in forest green, With bended bow and bloodhound free, For that's the life is meet for me.
Page 70 - The antlered monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he took, The dewdrops from his flanks he shook ; Like crested leader proud and high...