Sketches of a Tour to the Lakes, of the Character and Customs of the Chippeway Indians, and of Incidents Connected with the Treaty of Fond Du Lac
F. Lucas, jun'r., 1827 - 493 sivua
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Albany appearance arrived barges bark beach beautiful believe boat called canal canoe chief Chippeway clouds colour council Dear Detroit distance doubtless Embarked encamped father feel feet felt fire fish five Fond du Lac Fort Gratiot four Genessee river give Governor Grand island half past hand happy head heard heart hour hundred yards Indians Iron river island Lake Huron Lake Superior land leave Lewistown light live Lockport lodge look Michillimackinac miles Montreal river morning mountains mouth Nanibojou nearly never night o'clock once ornamented paddles passed Pontiac present rest returned river rock round Sault Schenectady Schoolcraft schooner seen shore side soon spirit sun-down sun-rise swell tent Thermometer thing thunder Thunder bay to-day told took treaty Utica voyageurs whilst wind young
Sivu 365 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Sivu 98 - tis to him ye must Pay orisons for this suspension of disgust. LXVI. LXIX. The roar of waters! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave- worn precipice; The fall of waters! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set...
Sivu 99 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death.bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.
Sivu 99 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald : — how profound The gulf ! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Sivu 242 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Sivu 447 - In testimony whereof, I have caused the Seal of The United States to be hereunto affixed, having signed the same with my hand.
Sivu 374 - One song employs all nations; and all cry, " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us!" The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain...
Sivu 410 - To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.
Sivu 374 - Rivers of gladness water all the earth, And clothe all climes with beauty ; the reproach Of barrenness is past. The fruitful field. Laughs with abundance ; and the land, once lean, Or fertile only in its own disgrace, Exults to see its thistly curse repealed. The various seasons woven into one, And that one season an eternal spring, The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence, For there is none to covet, all are full.
Sivu 374 - The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence, For there is none to covet, all are full. The lion, and the libbard, and the bear Graze with the fearless flocks; all bask at noon Together, or all gambol in the shade Of the same grove, and drink one common stream.