Here and There in New England and Canada ...Passenger Department Boston & Maine Railroad, 1889 - 125 psl. |
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Here and There in New England and Canada– Illustrated Moses Foster Sweetser Visos knygos peržiūra - 1889 |
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Here and There in New England and Canada– All Along Shore (Classic Reprint) M. F. Sweetser Peržiūra negalima - 2015 |
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amid ancient Asquam Beach beautiful Biddeford blue boarding-houses Boston & Maine built Cape Casco Bay CHAPTER charming Chocorua church cliffs coast Connecticut cottages Cove DIXVILLE NOTCH eastern England Falls famous farms feet fishing forests Franconia Fryeburg Glen granite hamlet highlands Hill House hundred Indian intervales Island Isles Isles of Shoals John Kearsarge Kennebunk Kennebunkport Kittery LAKE MEMPHREMAGOG Lake Winnipesaukee land leagues ledges light-house lonely Lowell Lowell System magnificent Maine Railroad Marblehead Massachusetts meadows Memphremagog Merrimac miles long Monadnock Moosilauke Mount Washington Nashua noble North Conway northern northward Notch ocean Ossipee peaks Penobscot Penobscot Bay picturesque pleasant Point Pond port Portland Portsmouth Presidential Range quaint railway RAND AVERY SUPPLY Rangeley region River road rocks rocky route runs Saco Salem scenery shore side Station steamboat Street summer summer-cottages summer-hotels summer-resort Sunapee thousand town traversed valley village visited waters White Mountains woods York
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50 psl. - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land; It was the sound of the trampling surf On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
53 psl. - No sea but what is vexed by their fisheries. No climate that is not witness to their toils. Neither the perseverance of Holland, nor the activity of France, nor the dexterous and firm sagacity of English enterprise, ever carried this most perilous mode of hardy industry to the extent, to which it has been pushed by this recent people...
47 psl. - O isles of calm ! — O dark, still wood ! And stiller skies that overbrood Your rest with deeper quietude ! O shapes and hues, dim beckoning, through Yon mountain gaps, my longing view Beyond the...
135 psl. - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
112 psl. - 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.
118 psl. - I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide ! And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: 'A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
94 psl. - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
57 psl. - Again for him the moonlight shone On Norman cap and bodiced zone; Again he heard the violin play Which led the village dance away, And mingled in its merry whirl The grandam and the laughing girl. Or, nearer home, our steps...
67 psl. - THE PREACHER. ITS windows flashing to the sky, Beneath a thousand roofs of brown, Far down the vale, my friend and I Beheld the old and quiet town ; The ghostly sails that out at sea Flapped their white wings of mystery ; The beaches glimmering in the sun, And the low wooded capes that run Into the sea^mist north and south ; The saiid-bluffs at the river's mouth ; The swinging chain-bridge, and, afar, The foam-line of the harbor-bar.
44 psl. - Swept through and through by swallows ; By maple orchards, belts of pine And larches climbing darkly The mountain slopes, and, over all, The great peaks rising starkly. You should have seen that long hill-range With gaps of brightness riven, — How through each pass and hollow streamed The purpling lights of heaven, — Rivers of gold-mist flowing down From far celestial fountains, — The great sun flaming through the rifts Beyond the wall of mountains...