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Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
Isabel Ecclestone Mackay (1875–1928) was a Canadian writer known for her poetry, novels, and plays. Born in Woodstock, Ontario, she became a significant literary figure in early 20th-century Canada. Her works, such as the novel "The Shining Ship" (1914) and the play "Mistress Mary," often focused on themes of love, family, and social expectations. Mackay was also a regular contributor to magazines and newspapers, and her writing displayed a deep connection to Canadian identity and culture.
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Fires of Driftwood ON what long tidesDo you drift to my fire,You waifs of strange waters?From what far seas,What murmurous sands,What desolate beaches—Flotsam of those glories that were ships! I gather you,Bitter with salt,Sun-bleached, rock-scarred, moon-harried,Fuel for my fire. You are Pride’s end.Through all to-morrows you are yesterday.You are waste,You are ruin,For where is that which once...
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CHAPTER I "From Wimbleton to Wombleton is fifteen miles, From Wombleton to Wimbleton is fifteen miles, From Wombleton to Wimbleton, From Wimbleton to Wombleton, From WombletonвÐâto WimbletonвÐâis fifвÐâteen miles!" The cheery singing ended abruptly with the collapse of the singer upon a particularly inviting...
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CHAPTER I Professor Spence sat upon an upturned keg—and shivered. No one had told him that there might be fog and he had not happened to think of it for himself. Still, fog in a coast city at that time of the year was not an unreasonable happening and the professor was a reasonable man. It wasn't the fog he blamed so much as the swiftness of its arrival. Fifteen minutes ago the world had been an...
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