Camp-fire VerseWilliams Haynes Duffield, 1917 - 244 頁 |
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a-p'intin Autumn Barrel beavarr beneath birch birds Bob White breeze bright camp-fire canoe CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS dark deer dream fire followed the gun forest Forty-three FRANK BOLLES glow GORDON JOHNSTONE gray hear heart heart's desire heem hees hemlock hide hills HUNTER'S lake of azure leaves Leetle Bateese Leetle Lac Grenier light lonely Lost Lagoon MAURICE HEWLETT Meeko moon moose morn mountain neath night o'er old canoe old hunting coat OPEN CAMP OUTLAND TRAILS paddle partridge PAULINE JOHNSON pine plain Pointe Claire river roar ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ROBERTS ROOSEVELT round RUFFED GROUSE rush sallow of face shadows shore silence sing sleep snow soul sport stars stream sweet swift thee There's thou thrill thro to-night toil trees twilight voice w'en want a home watch whispered wild wilderness WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND wind wings woods
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第 219 頁 - The fir-trees, gathering closer in the shadows. Listened in every spray, While the whole camp, with " Nell " on English meadows Wandered and lost their way.
第 220 頁 - on English meadows Wandered and lost their way. And so in mountain solitudes — o'ertaken As by some spell divine — Their cares dropped from them like the needles shaken From out the gusty pine. Lost is that camp and wasted all its fire ; And he who wrought that spell ? Ah ! towering pine and stately Kentish spire, Ye have one tale to tell...
第 63 頁 - THE SONG MY PADDLE SINGS WEST wind, blow from your prairie nest, Blow from the mountains, blow from the west. The sail is idle, the sailor too; 0 wind of the west, we wait for you! Blow, blow!
第 218 頁 - THE bed was made, the room was fit, By punctual eve the stars were lit; The air was still, the water ran, No need was there for maid or man, When we put up, my ass and I, At God's green caravanserai.
第 219 頁 - ABOVE the pines the moon was slowly drifting, The river sang below ; The dim Sierras, far beyond, uplifting Their minarets of snow. The roaring camp-fire, with rude humour, painted The ruddy tints of health On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted In the fierce race for wealth ; Till one arose, and from his pack's scant treasure A hoarded volume drew, And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew. And then, while round them...
第 65 頁 - ... rapids roar, Fretting their margin for evermore. Dash, dash, With a mighty crash, They seethe, and boil, and bound, and splash. Be strong, O paddle ! be brave, canoe ! The reckless waves you must plunge into. Reel, reel, On your trembling keel, But never a fear my craft will feel. We've raced the rapid, we're far ahead ! The river slips through its silent bed. Sway, sway, As the bubbles spray And fall in tinkling tunes away. And up on the hills against the sky, A fir tree rocking its lullaby,...
第 39 頁 - OUT WHERE THE WEST BEGINS Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins...
第 6 頁 - DO you know the world's white roof-tree — do you know that windy rift Where the baffling mountain-eddies chop and change? Do you know the long day's patience, belly-down on frozen drift, While the head of heads is feeding out of range? It is there that I am going, where the boulders and the snow lie, With a trusty, nimble tracker that I know. I have sworn an oath, to keep it on the Horns of Ovis Poll, And the Red Gods call me out and I must gol He must go — go, etc.
第 3 頁 - He must go — go — go away from here ! On the other side the world he's overdue. 'Send your road is clear before you when the old Spring-fret comes o'er you And the Red Gods call for you...
第 13 頁 - Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, grovelled down, yet grasped at glory, Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole?