EvangelineEducational Publishing Company, 1895 - 157 pages |
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... sweet and far , through the still damp air of the evening ' VIII . " Day after day , with their Indian guides , the maid- IX . en and Basil Followed his flying steps , and thought each day to o'ertake him " 66 ' Evangeline , kneeling ...
... sweet and far , through the still damp air of the evening ' VIII . " Day after day , with their Indian guides , the maid- IX . en and Basil Followed his flying steps , and thought each day to o'ertake him " 66 ' Evangeline , kneeling ...
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... Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows . When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home - brewed ale , ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden . Fairer was she when , on Sunday morn ...
... Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows . When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home - brewed ale , ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden . Fairer was she when , on Sunday morn ...
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... passed . Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine , the village curfew , and straightway Rose the guests and departed ; and silence reigned in the household . Many a farewell word and sweet good night on the 46 Evangeline.
... passed . Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine , the village curfew , and straightway Rose the guests and departed ; and silence reigned in the household . Many a farewell word and sweet good night on the 46 Evangeline.
Page 47
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Many a farewell word and sweet good night on the door - step Lingered long in Evangeline's heart , and filled it with gladness . Carefully then were covered the embers that glowed on the hearth - stone , And ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Many a farewell word and sweet good night on the door - step Lingered long in Evangeline's heart , and filled it with gladness . Carefully then were covered the embers that glowed on the hearth - stone , And ...
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... sweet air the Basin of Minas , Where the ships , with their wavering shadows , were riding at anchor . Life had long been astir in the village , and clamorous labor Knocked with its hundred hands at the golden gates of the morning . Now ...
... sweet air the Basin of Minas , Where the ships , with their wavering shadows , were riding at anchor . Life had long been astir in the village , and clamorous labor Knocked with its hundred hands at the golden gates of the morning . Now ...
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Page 7 - The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 149 - Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered, Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.
Page 19 - ... Shielding the house from storms, on the north, were the barns and the farm-yard, There stood the broad-wheeled wains and the antique ploughs and the harrows; There were the folds for the sheep; and there, in his feathered seraglio, , Strutted the lordly turkey, and crowed the cock, with the selfsame Voice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter. Bursting with hay were the barns, themselves a village. In each one Far o'er the gable projected a roof of thatch; and a staircase, Under...
Page 88 - Far down the Beautiful River, Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash, Into the golden stream of the broad and swift Mississippi, Floated a cumbrous boat, that was rowed by Acadian boatmen. It was a band of exiles : a raft, as it were, from the shipwrecked Nation, scattered along the coast, now floating together...
Page 8 - Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion, List to the mournful tradition, still sung by the pines of the forest; List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.
Page 38 - Sat astride on his nose, with a look of wisdom supernal. Father of twenty children was he, and more than a hundred Children's children rode on his knee, and heard his great watch tick.
Page 141 - TN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty...
Page 70 - ... prevailed, and the tumult and stir of embarking. Busily plied the freighted boats ; and in the confusion Wives were torn from their husbands, and mothers, too late, saw their children Left on the land, extending their arms, with wildest entreaties. So unto separate ships were Basil and Gabriel carried, While in despair on the shore Evangeline stood with her father.
Page 116 - Beautiful was the night. Behind the black wall of the forest, Tipping its summit with silver, arose the moon. On the river Fell here and there through the branches a tremulous gleam of the moonlight, Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit.
Page 151 - And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning. Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish, That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows. On the pallet before her was stretched the form of an old man. Long, and thin...