The Maritime Provinces: A Handbook for Travellers : a Guide to the Chief Cities, Coasts, and Islands of the Maritime Provinces of Canada, and to Their Scenery Amd [sic] Historic Attractions, with the Gulf and River of St. Lawrence to Quebec and Montreal, Also Newfoundland and the Labrador CoastJ.R. Osgood, 1883 - 386 pages |
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Other editions - View all
The Maritime Provinces: A Handbook for Travellers. a Guide to the Chief ... Moses Foster Sweetser No preview available - 2019 |
MARITIME PROVINCES M. F. (Moses Foster) 1848-189 Sweetser,James R. &. Co Osgood, Pub No preview available - 2016 |
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Acadian American ancient Annapolis ascends Baddeck Basin Bay of Fundy beautiful boats bold Boston Bras d'Or British broad Brunswick building Canada Cape Breton Catholic Charlottetown chief church cliffs coast Cove crosses deep distance district Eastport England entered erected farming fish fisheries fishermen fleet forests France Fredericton French frigates Gaspé Grand Gulf Halifax hamlet harbor head highlands hills Hotel House Indians inhabitants Intercolonial Railway Isle John River John's Labrador Lake land Lawrence leaving lighthouse lofty Louisbourg Micmac miles Montreal mountains mouth narrow nearly Newfoundland Nova Scotia occupied passes Pictou picturesque pleasant Point Port Port Hawkesbury Prince Edward Island Province Quebec reached road rock Route Royal runs sail salmon scenery seen settlement Shediac ships shore side soon station steamer steamship Strait of Canso summer Sydney town traversed trout valley vessels vicinity village visited Whycocomagh wide
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Page 109 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 110 - Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Page 109 - This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers, — Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven...
Page 109 - Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended.
Page 110 - Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation...
Page 109 - Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Page 113 - Still stands the forest primeval; but under the shade of its branches Dwells another race, with other customs and language. Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic Linger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom.
Page 110 - Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.
Page 320 - 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.
Page 109 - There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset Lighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on the chimneys, Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens.