Evangeline: a tale [in verse]. |
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... head , as in doubt ; then , heaving , a sigh , he continued : - ' Louisburg is not forgotten , nor Beau Séjour nor Port Royal . Many already have fled to the forest , and lurk on its outskirts , Waiting with anxious hearts the dubious ...
... head , as in doubt ; then , heaving , a sigh , he continued : - ' Louisburg is not forgotten , nor Beau Séjour nor Port Royal . Many already have fled to the forest , and lurk on its outskirts , Waiting with anxious hearts the dubious ...
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... head - stones graves , Garlands of autumn leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and marching proudly among them Entered the sacred portal . dissonant clangour With loud and Echoed the sound ...
... head - stones graves , Garlands of autumn leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and marching proudly among them Entered the sacred portal . dissonant clangour With loud and Echoed the sound ...
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... the door - way . Vain was the hope of escape , and cries and fierce imprecations Rang through the house of prayer ; and high o'er the heads of the others Rose , with arms uplifted , the figure of Basil EVANGELINE . 53 33.
... the door - way . Vain was the hope of escape , and cries and fierce imprecations Rang through the house of prayer ; and high o'er the heads of the others Rose , with arms uplifted , the figure of Basil EVANGELINE . 53 33.
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... head of the board the great arm- chair of the farmer . Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door , as the sunset Threw the long shadows of trees o'er the broad ambrosial meadows . Ah ! on her spirit within a deeper shadow had fallen ...
... head of the board the great arm- chair of the farmer . Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door , as the sunset Threw the long shadows of trees o'er the broad ambrosial meadows . Ah ! on her spirit within a deeper shadow had fallen ...
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... head on his shoulder , and whispered , - " Gabriel ! be of good cheer ! for if we love one another , Nothing , in truth , can harm us , whatever mis- chances may happen ! " Smiling she spake these words ; then suddenly paused , 64 ...
... head on his shoulder , and whispered , - " Gabriel ! be of good cheer ! for if we love one another , Nothing , in truth , can harm us , whatever mis- chances may happen ! " Smiling she spake these words ; then suddenly paused , 64 ...
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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...