Songs of the Great Dominion: Voices from the Forests and Waters, the Settlements and Cities of CanadaWilliam Douw Lighthall |
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Songs of the Great Dominion: Voices From the Forests and Waters, the ... William Douw Lighthall No preview available - 2018 |
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Common terms and phrases
ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN beauty beneath bird BLISS CARMAN blue Bobolink brave breath breeze bright Canada Canadian canoe CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS CHARLES HEAVYSEGE CHARLES MAIR CHARLES SANGSTER cheer clouds dark dead deep Deer Donnacona dream earth eyes face fair fire flame flash flowers forest France FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT gleam glide gloom glory glow golden grey hear heart heaven hilloo hills honour Indian lakes land Laura Secord Laurentia light lonely long Red Swan look Malbrouck maple mighty mist moon morn mountain neath never night o'er pale Pamphile Le pine plain poems prairie river roar Rose roulant round sail shadows shining shore silence sing skies sleep smile snow song soul spirit stars stood stream strong summer sweet thar thee thou thro thunder tide tree voice waters waves whip-poor-will wild WILLIAM WILFRED CAMPBELL wind wings winter woods
Popular passages
Page 283 - THE sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream they yet will bide Until the coming of the tide. And yet I know that not for us, By any ecstasy of dream...
Page 254 - One voice, one people, one in heart And soul, and feeling, and desire ! Re-light the smouldering martial fire, Sound the mute trumpet, strike the lyre, The hero deed can not expire, The dead still play their part. Raise high the monumental stone ! A nation's fealty is theirs, And we are the rejoicing heirs, The honored sons of sires whose cares We take upon us unawares, As freely as our own. We boast not of the victory, But render homage, deep and just, To his — to their — immortal dust, Who...
Page xxviii - Parts,' published anonymously at Montreal, we have before us perhaps the only copy which has crossed the Atlantic. At all events we have heard of...
Page 181 - How the snow-blight came upon me I will tell you as we go, — The blight of the shadow hunter Who walks the midnight snow.
Page 283 - Was it a year, or lives ago, We took the grasses in our hands, And caught the summer flying low Over the waving meadow lands, And held it there between our hands...
Page 284 - Athrough the fields of Acadie Goes wandering, as if to know Why one beloved face should be So long from home and Acadie. Was it a year or lives ago We took the grasses in our hands, And caught the summer flying low Over the waving meadow lands. And held it there between our hands? The while the river at our feet — A drowsy inland meadow stream — At set of sun the after-heat Made running gold, and in the gleam We freed our birch upon the stream. There down along the elms at dusk We lifted dripping...
Page 30 - This North whose heart of fire Yet knows not its desire Clearly, but dreams, and murmurs in the dream. The hour of dreams is done. Lo, on the hills the gleam ! Awake, my country, the hour of dreams is done ! Doubt not, nor dread the greatness of thy fate. Tho...
Page 240 - THERE is a Thorn — it looks so old, In truth, you'd find it hard to say How it could ever have been young, It looks so old and grey. Not higher than a two years...
Page 178 - On the sharp splendor of his branches; On the white foam grown hard and sere On flank and shoulder. Death — hard as breast of granite boulder, And under his lashes Peer'd thro' his eyes at his life's grey ashes.
Page 93 - She didn't scream, Baptiste; She launched her canoe, — It did seem, Baptiste, That she wanted to die too, For before you could think, The birch cracked like a shell In that rush of hell, And I saw them both sink — Baptiste!!— He had two girls, One is Virginie; What God calls the other, Is not known to me.