Tag: boats
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Rivers of Light by Wayne Ritchie
I often look up and into the sky. I’m guessing, Heaven only knows the reason why. WhenI get lonesome as I usually do. I contemplate about the time spent with you. My youthful years went by far too quick. Looking up into heaven for my uncle Nick. Being my Cub Scout leader teaching me…
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Niagara Falls by Rev. Roswell Park
Written in remembrance of a visit to Niagara, and Queenstown ; April 20, 1827. “Niagara rolls on. The faithless wave, That tore the Indian from his gentle cove, Is smooth and bright as silver. Nothing speaks Of last night’s rain : and now the rainbow smiles, And the white gull flaps through its orange light ; And the eternal roaring of the Falls Goes on the same. Wild Indian, farewell ! Thou wert a brother, and thy dying bed Was the white lashing spray ;— thy only knell The Rapid’s thunder ;—and the deep, deep gulf Thy sunless sepulchre !” — J. R. ORTON. THE sun shone brightly o’er me as I stood And gazed upon Niagara’s swelling flood ;— Whose waters, springing from a distant source, Through ages past have sped their solemn course ; Then rushing downward, o’er the lofty rock, Have made the mountains tremble with their shock ; Till flowing on majestical and free, They join’d afar the bosom of the sea. Between rich plains, extending far around, And gentle hills with verdant foliage crown’d, Whose sloping sides grow dim in distant blue, Niagara river steals upon the view. Then winding slow the current glides along Its fertile isles and sunny banks among, Till soon it meets a rough and rocky bed, And o’er the rapids dashes on with speed ;— Sinks in the hollows, swells and sinks again, And rolls its billows like the raging main :— Now the huge breakers raise it to the skies, Whirlpools revolve, and foaming mountains rise. New floods behind, the waves before them urge, Approaching nearer to the giddy verge ; Till a fair isle the mighty current braves, And with its front divides the yielding waves. On either side the mighty waters roll, And ceaseless hurry to the frightful goal ; Then from the lofty rocks with awful sound Fall headlong downward to the vast profound,— Speed to the bottom, swell the deeps below,— Rise to the surface, boiling as they flow ;— In eddying circles vent their angry force ;— Then join the current and pursue their course. Here on the brow the sea-green flood rolls by, Reflecting all the brightness of the sky, While piles of foam, the cataract beneath, Hang o’er the rocks and round the billows wreathe. There, as the falling torrent meets the air, White foaming fleeces down the chasm appear ; And the bright rainbow through the misty spray, Shines in the sun and gilds the face of day.…
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Bear and Falls by James McIntyre
Strange incidents do happen ever On the famed Niagara river, This thought to mind it now recalls Event three miles above the falls. Thrilling ventures there abound, A bear which weighed eight hundred pounds, Hunters they do him discover As he was swimming down the river. They felt he would be glorious prize This grand…
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The Launch of the Griffin by Thomas D’Arcy McGee
I. Within Cayuga’s forest shade The stocks were set—the keel was laid— Wet with the nightly forest dew, The frame of that first vessel grew. Strange was the sight upon the brim Of the swift river, even to him ‡‡The builder of the bark; To see its artificial lines Festoon’d with summer’s sudden vines, ‡‡Another…