...hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighbouring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. This is the forest primeval; but where arc the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he...

...last we were again obliged to anchor, still within earshot of the distant roar of the surf, " Where from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced neighboring...accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest." Our progress was more rapid during the small hours of the following morning, and we reached the mouth...

...prophetic ; stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosums. Loud from its rocky caverne, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. ' Ye who believe in aflection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, ye who believe in the beauty...

...obliged to anchor, still within earshot of the distant roar of the surf, " Where from its rockj caverni the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest." Our progress was more rapid during the small hours of the following morning, and we reached the mouth...

...Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighbouring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest." After crossing the Bay of Fundy, you find yourself in the flourishing city of St. John, at the mouth...

...hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighhoring ocean speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. ' Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, ye who believe in the beauty...

...their native land to die in its bosom. In the fisherman's cot the wheel and the loom are still busy; Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles...story, While from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced neighbouring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. VOICES OF THE...

...race, with other customs and language. In the fisherman's cot the wheel and the loom are still busy; Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles of homespun. And hy the evening fire repeat Evangeline's story, While from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced, neighbouring...

...hoar, with beards that rest on their bosom. Loud from its rocky caverns the deep voiced neighbouring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate, answers the wail of the forest."* When emerging into some open space he beheld the forest stretching before him over hill and valley,...

...their native land to die in its bosom. In the fisherman's cot the wheel and the loom are still busy; -Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles of homespun, And by the evening tire repeat Kvangelinc's story, While from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced, neighbouring ocean Speaks,...