By dancing meteors then, that ceaseless shake
A waving blaze refracted o'er the heavens,
And vivid moons, and stars that keener play
With doubled lustre from the radiant waste,
Even in the depth of polar night they find
A wondrous day-enough to light the chase
Or guide their daring steps to Finland fairs.
Wished spring returns; and from the hazy south,
While dim Aurora slowly moves before,
The welcome sun, just verging up at first,
By small degrees extends the swelling curve;
Till, seen at last for gay rejoicing months,
Still round and round his spiral course he winds,
And, as he nearly dips his flaming orb,
Wheels up again and re-ascends the sky.
I never addressed myself, in the language of decency and friendship, to a woman, whether civilized or savage, without receiving a decent an...
There is nothing strange in the perpetuation of ideas and modes of thought through many thousand years. Their origin is in the very organiza...
Among the various craft they passed, they were much amused by the little Finnish schooners, which went careering on before the breeze, laden...
All along the quay at which we landed I noticed hundreds of fishwives dealing in their finny wares. The fish were as various in size and k...