Toronto "called Back," from 1888 to 1847, and the Queen's Jubilee: The Wonderful Growth and Progress of Toronto, Especially as an Importing Center, with the Development of Its Manufacturing Industries and Reminiscences ...

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W. Briggs, 1888 - Toronto (Ont.) - 518 pages
 

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Page 447 - Friend, I do thee no wrong : didst thou not agree with me for a penny ? take that thine is, and go thy way ; I will give unto this last even as unto thee. Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own ? Is thine eye evil because I am good ? So the last shall be first, and the first last : for many be called, but few chosen.
Page 316 - Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand, Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there, not there, my child.
Page 470 - SEA-KINGS' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra ! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Alexandra ! Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet ! Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street ! Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet, Scatter the blossom under her feet ! Break, happy land, into earlier flowers ! Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers...
Page 323 - Sharers of our glorious past, Brothers, must we part at last? Shall we not thro' good and ill Cleave to one another still? Britain's myriad voices call, ' Sons, be welded each and all, Into one imperial whole, One with Britain, heart and soul ! One life, one flag, one fleet, one Throne ! Britons, hold your own ! POETS AND THEIR BIBLIOGRAPHIES.
Page 316 - Not there, not there, my child! Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, . And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? Not there, not there, my child!
Page 267 - He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, From the deep cool bed of the river: The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, And the dragon-fly had fled away, Ere he brought it out of the river.
Page 267 - This is the way," laughed the great god Pan, (Laughed while he sate by the river !) "The only way since gods began To make sweet music, they could succeed.
Page 10 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Page 340 - N. do become your liege man of life and limb, and of earthly worship, and faith and truth I will bear unto you, to live and die, against all manner of folks. So help me God.
Page 338 - Queen, who wore a royal robe of crimson velvet furred with ermine and bordered with gold lace, the collars of the Orders of the Garter, Thistle, Bath, and St.

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