The Canadian Monthly and National Review, Bind 11

Forsideomslag
Graeme Mercer Adam, George Stewart
Adam, Stevenson & Company, 1877
 

Hvad folk siger - Skriv en anmeldelse

Vi har ikke fundet nogen anmeldelser de normale steder.

Andre udgaver - Se alle

Almindelige termer og sætninger

Populære passager

Side 259 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Side 142 - WHO loves not Knowledge ? Who shall rail Against her beauty? May she mix With men and prosper ! Who shall fix Her pillars? Let her work prevail. But on her forehead sits a fire : She sets her forward countenance And leaps into the future chance, Submitting all things to desire.
Side 401 - At length, disappointed in the hope of seeing resistance made to the enemy, and sensible of course that no effort of my own unassisted arm could avail against four hundred Indians, I thought only of seeking shelter. Amid the slaughter which was raging, I observed many of the Canadian inhabitants of the fort calmly looking on, neither opposing the Indians nor suffering injury; and from this circumstance I conceived a hope of finding security in their houses.
Side 259 - We can only have the highest happiness, such as goes along with being a great man, by having wide thoughts, and much feeling for the rest of the world as well as ourselves ; and this sort of happiness often brings so much pain with it, that we can only tell it from pain by its being what we would choose before everything else, because our souls see it is good.
Side 301 - A constant, rational Delight, On Virtue's Basis fix'd to last, When Love's Allurements long are past; Which gently warms, but cannot burn ; He gladly offers in return : His Want of Passion will redeem, With Gratitude, Respect, Esteem: With that Devotion we bestow, When Goddesses appear below.
Side 402 - Through an aperture which afforded me a view of the area of the fort, I beheld, in shapes the foulest and most terrible, the ferocious triumphs of barbarian conquerors. The dead were scalped and mangled; the dying were writhing and shrieking under the unsatiated knife and tomahawk, and, from the bodies of some ripped open, their butchers were drinking the blood, scooped up in the hollow of joined hands and quaffed amid shouts of rage and victory.
Side 28 - HOPE evermore and believe, O man, for e'en as thy thought So are the things that thou see'st ; e'en as thy hope and belief. Cowardly art thou and timid ? they rise to provoke thee against them, Hast thou courage ? enough, see them exulting to yield. Yea, the rough rock, the dull earth, the wild sea's furying waters (Violent say'st thou and hard, mighty thou think'st to destroy), All with ineffable longing are waiting their Invader, All, with one varying voice, call to him, Come and subdue...
Side 301 - But what success Vanessa met, Is to the world a secret yet. Whether the nymph, to please her swain, Talks in a high romantic strain; Or whether he at last descends To act with less seraphic ends; Or to compound the business, whether They temper love and books together; Must never to mankind be told, Nor shall the conscious Muse unfold.
Side 401 - Mr. Tracy, happened to call upon me, saying that another canoe had just arrived from Detroit, and proposing that I should go with him to the beach, to inquire the news, it so happened that I still remained,, to finish my letters, promising to follow Mr.
Side 95 - This he said, not that he cared for the poor; but because he was a thief, and had the bag, and bare what was put therein.

Bibliografiske oplysninger