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... gardens , Stood the houses of planters , with negro cabins and dove - cots . They were approaching the region were reigns perpetual summer , Where through the Golden Coast , and groves of orange and citron , Sweeps with majestic curve ...
... gardens , Stood the houses of planters , with negro cabins and dove - cots . They were approaching the region were reigns perpetual summer , Where through the Golden Coast , and groves of orange and citron , Sweeps with majestic curve ...
Page 96
... garden of flowers , and the bluest of heavens Bending above , and resting its dome on the walls of the forest . They who dwell there have named it the Eden of Louisiana . " And with these words of cheer they arose and continued their ...
... garden of flowers , and the bluest of heavens Bending above , and resting its dome on the walls of the forest . They who dwell there have named it the Eden of Louisiana . " And with these words of cheer they arose and continued their ...
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... and still , the house of the herdsman . A garden Girded it round about with a belt of luxuriant blossoms , Filling the air with fragrance . The house itself was of timbers Hewn from the cypress - tree , and carefully fitted EVANGELINE .
... and still , the house of the herdsman . A garden Girded it round about with a belt of luxuriant blossoms , Filling the air with fragrance . The house itself was of timbers Hewn from the cypress - tree , and carefully fitted EVANGELINE .
Page 102
... garden , Stationed the dove - cots were , as love's perpe- tual symbol , Scenes of endless wooing , and endless conten- tions of rivals . Silence reigned o'er the place . The line of shadow and sunshine Ran near the tops of the trees ...
... garden , Stationed the dove - cots were , as love's perpe- tual symbol , Scenes of endless wooing , and endless conten- tions of rivals . Silence reigned o'er the place . The line of shadow and sunshine Ran near the tops of the trees ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. In the rear of the house , from the garden gate , ran a pathway Through the great groves of oak to the skirts of the limitless prairie , Into whose sea of flowers the sun was slowly descending . Full in his ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. In the rear of the house , from the garden gate , ran a pathway Through the great groves of oak to the skirts of the limitless prairie , Into whose sea of flowers the sun was slowly descending . Full in his ...
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Acadian Acadie accents aloft anon answer art thou ascended barns Basil the blacksmith beauty behold blossom boat cattle cheer churchyard darkness descended desert door dwellings Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart exile eyes face farm-yard farmer Father Felician Filled flax flocks flowers footsteps forest FREDERIKA BREMER Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden hand Happy Valley heard heaven HENRY W herds herdsman labour land light lips Loud maiden maize meadows meek morning mournful myste neighbouring night notary notary public Nova Scotia o'er ocean Opelousas Ozark mountains passed Patience paused Port Royal prairies priest river roofs rose sang shade shadow Shawnee ships shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smoke snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet tale thee thou thought tide Unto Vathek village of Grand-Pré voice waited wander weary whispered wind woodlands words
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Page 147 - 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 8 - 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 150 - 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 7 - THIS is the forest primeval. 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 11 - West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended.
Page 13 - 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 93 - Swinging from its great arms, the trumpetflower and the grapevine Hung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder of Jacob, On whose pendulous stairs the angels ascending, descending, Were the swift humming-birds, that flitted from blossom to blossom. Such was the vision Evangeline saw as she slumbered beneath it. Filled was her heart with love, and the dawn of an opening heaven Lighted her soul in sleep with the glory of regions celestial.
Page 11 - There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset Lighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on the chimneys, Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sounds with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens.
Page 52 - You are convened this day," he said, " by his Majesty's orders. Clement and kind has he been ; but how you have answered his kindness, Let your own hearts reply ! To my natural make and my temper Painful the task is I do, which to you I know must be grievous.
Page 15 - Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them...