Poems, Volume 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... Fall on this house and hearth ; for this is the night of the contract . Built are the house and the barn . The merry lads of the village Strongly have built them and well ; and , breaking the glebe round about them , Filled the barn ...
... Fall on this house and hearth ; for this is the night of the contract . Built are the house and the barn . The merry lads of the village Strongly have built them and well ; and , breaking the glebe round about them , Filled the barn ...
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... fall Loud on the withered leaves of the sycamore - tree by the window . Keenly the lightning flashed ; and the voice of the echoing thunder ' Told her that God was in heaven , and governed the world he created ! Then she remembered the ...
... fall Loud on the withered leaves of the sycamore - tree by the window . Keenly the lightning flashed ; and the voice of the echoing thunder ' Told her that God was in heaven , and governed the world he created ! Then she remembered the ...
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... falling tide the freighted vessels departed , Bearing a nation , with all its household gods , into exile , Exile without an end , and without an example in story . Far asunder , on separate coasts , the Acadians landed ; Scattered were ...
... falling tide the freighted vessels departed , Bearing a nation , with all its household gods , into exile , Exile without an end , and without an example in story . Far asunder , on separate coasts , the Acadians landed ; Scattered were ...
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... Fall into some lone nest from which the birds have departed . " Far to the north he has gone , " continued the priest ; " but in autumn , When the chase is done , will return again to the Mission . " Then Evangeline said , and her voice ...
... Fall into some lone nest from which the birds have departed . " Far to the north he has gone , " continued the priest ; " but in autumn , When the chase is done , will return again to the Mission . " Then Evangeline said , and her voice ...
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... falls on his book . THE ANGEL , receding . Like a vapor the golden vision Shall fade and pass , And thou wilt find in thy heart again Only the blight of pain , And bitter , bitter , bitter contrition ! COURT - YARD OF THE CASTLE ...
... falls on his book . THE ANGEL , receding . Like a vapor the golden vision Shall fade and pass , And thou wilt find in thy heart again Only the blight of pain , And bitter , bitter , bitter contrition ! COURT - YARD OF THE CASTLE ...
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Acadian answered arrows beauty beaver behold beneath Big-Sea-Water birds breath canoe Chibiabos corn-fields cried Dacotahs darkness daughter dead deer deer-skin doorway ELSIE Evangeline eyes face father fell Filled flowers forest garments gazed Gitche Gitche Gumee gleaming guests hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Homeward Iagoo John Alden Kenabeek Kwasind lakes land Laughing Water leaped light listen little Hiawatha lodge look LUCIFER magic maiden maize Manito meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis Nahma night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Pau-Puk-Keewis pine-trees prairie PRINCE HENRY Priscilla river rose round rushing sailing Sang shadows shining shouted sighing silent singing slowly song Song of Hiawatha sorrow sound spake Spirit Star stood sunshine sweet thee thou tresses unto URSULA village voice Wabasso wampum war-club warriors Wenonah West-Wind whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words yellow youth
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Page 3 - This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Page 69 - ... 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, And the streets still ree'cho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Page 278 - Thus the Birch Canoe was builded In the valley, by the river, In the bosom of the forest ; And the forest's life was in it, All its mystery and its magic, All the lightness of the birch-tree, All the toughness of the cedar, All the larch's supple sinews ; And it floated on the river Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily.
Page 7 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics. Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Page 74 - 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.
Page 71 - Patience and abnegation of self, and devotion to others, This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her. So was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spices, Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma. Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.
Page 11 - Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters, Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the swallow Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow!
Page 75 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Page 28 - Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgiveness ? This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred ? Lo ! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you ! See ! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion ! Hark ! how those lips still repeat the prayer,
Page 276 - Lay aside your white-skin wrapper, For the Summer-time is coming, And the sun is warm in heaven, And you need no white-skin wrapper...