A Residence in Tasmania: With a Descriptive Tour Through the Island, from Macquarie Harbour to Circular HeadSmith, Elder & Company, 1856 - 311 頁 |
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acres appearance Australis banks bark beautiful black-wood bridge Bruni Bruni Island built Campbell Town Captain Booth cattle church Circular Head coal coast colony comfortable cottage D'Entrecasteaux Channel Denison Derwent Diemen's Land Ditto Douglas River Emu Bay entrance extends farm feet forest forms Forster gardens George Town Gould Government ground Harbour hill Hobarton Hollandia horse hundred Huon pine kangaroo Lake Latham Launceston Leaving Linnæus Macquarie Macquarie Harbour Mersey miles Milligan Mount Wellington mountain musk-wood Neck neighbourhood Norfolk Island pass petrel Plains Port Arthur Port Sorell pretty residence rich rising RIVER GORDON road rocks runs sandy scenery settlement settlers sheep shore side Sir William Denison situated Society soil Sorell specimens spot station steamer Storm Bay stranger stream Tasmania timber township trees valley Van Diemen's Land Vieillot Vigors and Horsf village wattle wild woods وو
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第 147 頁 - Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. " Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found ?" Art thou a man ? — a patriot ? — look around ; Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home...
第 196 頁 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb, — And glowing into day...
第 208 頁 - Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world; Man has another day to swell the past, And lead him near to little, but his last; But mighty nature bounds as from her birth, The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth; Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. Immortal man! behold her glories shine, And cry, exulting inly, "they are thine!
第 136 頁 - No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know. The mind attains beneath her happy reign The growth, that Nature meant she should attain ; The varied fields of science, ever new...
第 264 頁 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
第 107 頁 - Till kings call forth the ideas of your mind, (Proud to accomplish what such hands design'd) Bid harbours open, public ways extend, Bid temples worthier of the God ascend, Bid the broad arch the dangerous flood contain, The mole projected break the roaring main ; Back to his bounds their subject sea command, And roll obedient rivers through the land : These honours peace to happy Britain brings; These are imperial works, and worthy kings.
第 153 頁 - Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase, And marvel men should quit their easy chair, The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace, Oh! there is sweetness in the mountain air, And Life, that bloated Ease can never hope to share.
第 235 頁 - Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires, And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all The stretching landscape into smoke decays!
第 7 頁 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
第 264 頁 - Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell; Farewell ! with him alone may rest the pain, If such there were — with you, the moral of his strain.