My hour of rest is done; On the smooth ripple lifts the long canoe; The hemlocks murmur sadly as the sun Slants his dim arrows through. Whither I go I know not, nor the way, Dark with strange passions, vexed with heathen charms, Holding I know not what... When Canada was New France - Seite 107von George Herbert Locke - 1919 - 154 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall - 1913 - 112 Seiten
...shepherd I, who hath no sheep; A wandering soul, who hath no scrip, .nor gold, Nor anywhere to sleep. My hour of rest is done ; On the smooth ripple lifts...guide and comfort, underneath Thy everlasting arms. BEGA the clouded belfry calling, Hear my soft ascending swells ; Hear my notes like swallows falling... | |
| Marjorie L. C. Pickthall - 1916 - 156 Seiten
...shepherd I, who hath no sheep; A wandering soul, who hath no scrip, nor gold, Nor anywhere to sleep. My hour of rest is done; On the smooth ripple lifts...guide and comfort, underneath Thy everlasting arms. Bega FROM the clouded belfry calling, Hear my soft ascending swells; Hear my notes like swallows falling;... | |
| Edmund Kemper Broadus, Eleanor Hammond Broadus - 1923 - 416 Seiten
...shepherd I, who hath no sheep; A wandering soul, who hath no scrip, nor gold, Nor anywhere to sleep. My hour of rest is done; On the smooth ripple lifts...guide and comfort, underneath Thy everlasting arms. CANADA TO Great names of thy great captains gone before Beat with our blood, who have that blood of... | |
| Thomas Morris Longstreth - 1924 - 456 Seiten
..."for she shows so well their courageous spirit : "My hour of rest is done; On the smooth ripple rests the long canoe; The hemlocks murmur sadly as the sun...guide and comfort, underneath Thy everlasting arms. "My boatmen sit apart, Wolf-eyed, wolf-sinewed, stiller than the trees. Help me, O Lord, for very slow... | |
| Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall - 1927 - 266 Seiten
...shepherd I, who hath no sheep; A wandering soul, who hath no scrip, nor gold, Nor anywhere to sleep. My hour of rest is done; On the smooth ripple lifts...guide and comfort, underneath Thy everlasting arms. [22] CHANSON DE LA TOUR Acadie, 1650. WHO goes down by the shining river, Charnisay? Only the tall... | |
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