The Pathfinder; or, The inland sea, by the author of 'The pioneers'.

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Page 160 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months...
Page 188 - There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Page 68 - I pray, the vision with thy voice: This is our palace, — yonder is thy throne; Speak, and the floor thou tread'st on will rejoice. Not to appal me have the gods bestowed This precious boon; and blest a sad abode.
Page 149 - I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm. Nay, turn not from me that dear face : Am I not thine — thy own...
Page 261 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 224 - Jasper announced to his companions that they now heard the surf of the lake. Low curved spits of land lay before them, into the bay formed by one of which the canoe glided, and then it shot up noiselessly upon a gravelly beach. The transition that followed was so hurried and great, that Mabel scarcely knew what passed.
Page 214 - You saw but sorrow in its waning form; A working sea remaining from a storm, Where now the weary waves roll o'er the deep, And faintly murmur ere they fall asleep.
Page 121 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night...
Page 8 - THE turf shall be my fragrant shrine ; My temple, Lord ! that arch of thine ; My censer's breath the mountain airs, And silent thoughts my only prayers.
Page 21 - As nobody had missed it yet, the "also" was not necessary; but never mind about that, for the Pathfinder is going to speak. "No, no, Major," said he, confidently, "that would be a risky declaration. I didn't load the piece and can't say what was in it; but if it was lead...

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