Anthology and bibliography of Niagara Falls . 01.) 1858 1858 CANALE, G. D. To Niagara. (Lit. liv. age, Aug. 28, 58:716.) The translation of a short Greek lyric poem written July 10, 1858. The poem is marked for its simplicity and beauty. 1858 F[oster], F[anny] E[liza]. Lines to a friend at Niagara. (In Fos,cr her Pebbles of poetry. Bost.: Foster. 1858. P. 20.) 1858 GASKELL, Mrs. An incident at Niagara. (Harp, w., June, 17:80-82.) A dramatic tale, well-told, of the heroic rescue of two Irishmen from asmall island in the midst of the rapids. 1859 1859 Table rock album an
Anthology and bibliography of Niagara Falls . 01.) 1858 1858 CANALE, G. D. To Niagara. (Lit. liv. age, Aug. 28, 58:716.) The translation of a short Greek lyric poem written July 10, 1858. The poem is marked for its simplicity and beauty. 1858 F[oster], F[anny] E[liza]. Lines to a friend at Niagara. (In Fos,cr her Pebbles of poetry. Bost.: Foster. 1858. P. 20.) 1858 GASKELL, Mrs. An incident at Niagara. (Harp, w., June, 17:80-82.) A dramatic tale, well-told, of the heroic rescue of two Irishmen from asmall island in the midst of the rapids. 1859 1859 Table rock album and sketches of the Falls and scenery : E. R. Jewett. 1859. 1860 1860 MERRITT, J. P. Canada seventy years ago, or Prince Edwards visitMerritt to Niagara. 3d. ed. St. Catharines, Ont.: 1860. 1864 SAVAGE, John. At Niagara. (In his Faith and fancy. N. Y.:Kirker. 1864. Pp. 61-63.) A poem in two parts describing the rapids and the feelings inspired bythe Falls. 1865 Richards, W. C. Niagara in spring. (Harp., Sept., :428.) 750. cd Music — Poetry — Fiction Oh, could I gaze forever on thy face, 1865 Unwearied still, thou matchless waterfall,Whose twining spells of majesty and grace My ardent sense bewilder and enthrall! In all my moods thy charms, puissant sway, Enforce my will their master-spell to own;My heart leaps at thy voice — or grave or gay — And every chord is vibrant to thy tone. So many years I have come back to stand, With reverent awe, before thy glorious shrine — So close and long thy lineaments Ive scanned —It seems thou shouldst grow something less divine. I know thy face, its shifting glooms and smiles, As cloud or sun upon thy bosom lies;Thy wrathful guise, thy witching, rainbow wiles Can wake no more for me the sweet surprise. I know thy voice — its terror and its glee Have in my ear so oft their changes rung,Nor forest winds nor anthems of the sea Speak to my soul with more familiar tongue. My feet have scaled thy storm-scarred bat
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