Western Wanderings: A Record of Travel in the Evening Land

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R. Bentley, 1874 - 364 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 153 - Not that nepenthes, which the wife of Thone In Egypt gave to Jove-born Helena, Is of such power to stir up joy as this, To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst.
Pàgina 314 - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would— Man. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death...
Pàgina 194 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Pàgina 258 - POOR little Foal of an oppressed Race ! I love the languid Patience of thy face : And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread, And clap thy ragged Coat, and pat thy head.
Pàgina 263 - She rose and laughed with thankful joy, Sure that the god would save the boy.
Pàgina 264 - The living are few, the dead are many. The evening came so still and fleet, And overtook her hurrying feet, And heart-sick by the sacred fane She fell and prayed the god again, She sobbed and beat her bursting breast ; "Ah, thou hast mocked me! Mightiest! Lo ! I have wandered far and wide — There stands no house where none hath died...
Pàgina 207 - Edged with intolerable radiancy Towering like rocks of jet Crowned with a diamond wreath. And yet there is a moment, When the sun's highest point Peeps like a star o'er ocean's western edge, When those far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea; Then has thy fancy soared above the earth, And furled its wearied wing Within the Fairy's fane.
Pàgina 263 - Thus through the long and weary day. From every door she bore away Within her heart, and on her arm, A heavier load, a deeper harm. By gates of gold and ivory, By wattled huts of poverty, The same refrain heard poor Kilvany, The living are few — the dead are many.
Pàgina 262 - She had one child, as sweet and gay, And dear to her as the light of day. She was so young and he so fair, The same bright eyes, and the same dark hair. To see them by the blossomy way, They seemed two children at their play. There came a death-dart from the sky, Kilvany saw her darling die. The glimmering shades his...
Pàgina 288 - English traveler acknowledged dejectedly the significance of the American triumph in Oregon: "It is not easy to conceive what reasons for claiming the country north of the Columbia could be urged by the United States Government. But they knew the prospective value of the magnificent inland waters of Puget Sound, and acted upon that knowledge. With the possession of that grand inlet, British Columbia could easily compete with California and Oregon; without it, it becomes a difficult matter to do so.

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