EvangelineG. Routledge & Company, 1856 - 101 pages |
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... behold , that maiden of seventeen summers . Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way - side , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of ...
... behold , that maiden of seventeen summers . Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way - side , Black , yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of ...
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... behold him Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything , Nailing the shoe in its place ; while near him the tire of the cart- wheel , Like a fiery snake , coiled round in a circle of cinders . Oft on autumnal eves ...
... behold him Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything , Nailing the shoe in its place ; while near him the tire of the cart- wheel , Like a fiery snake , coiled round in a circle of cinders . Oft on autumnal eves ...
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... behold , as she stood with Naked snow - white feet on the gleaming floor of her chamber ! Little she dreamed that below , among the trees of the orchard , Waited her lover and watched for the gleam of her lamp and her shadow . Yet were ...
... behold , as she stood with Naked snow - white feet on the gleaming floor of her chamber ! Little she dreamed that below , among the trees of the orchard , Waited her lover and watched for the gleam of her lamp and her shadow . Yet were ...
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... behold no more our homes in the village of Grand - Pré ! ” Loud on a sudden the cocks began to crow in the farm - yards , Thinking the day had dawned ; and anon the lowing of cattle Came on the evening breeze , by the barking of dogs ...
... behold no more our homes in the village of Grand - Pré ! ” Loud on a sudden the cocks began to crow in the farm - yards , Thinking the day had dawned ; and anon the lowing of cattle Came on the evening breeze , by the barking of dogs ...
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... behold it not , he can hear its continuous murmur ; Happy , at length , if he find the spot where it reaches an outlet . II . Ir was the month of May . Far down the Beautiful River , Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash ...
... behold it not , he can hear its continuous murmur ; Happy , at length , if he find the spot where it reaches an outlet . II . Ir was the month of May . Far down the Beautiful River , Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash ...
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Acadian farmers Acadian peasants accents almshouse aloft anon answer art thou ascending barns Basil the blacksmith beauty behold belfry Benedict blossom boat cattle cheer church darkness descended desert door Druids Evangeline brought Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face Father Felician filled flax flocks footsteps Gabriel garden Gaspereau's mouth gazed gleamed golden hand heard heaven herds herdsman kirtles labor land light lips Loud Louisburg maiden maize meadows meek midst moon morning night notary notary public numberless o'er ocean odor old French Opelousas Ozark Mountains passed patient paused Port Royal prairies priest river roofs rose shade shadow Shawnee ships shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile smoke snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet tankard thee thought tide tremulous Unto village of Grand-Pré voice waited wander weary whispered wigwam wind woodlands words
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Page 36 - So on the hearts of the people descended the words of the speaker. Silent a moment they stood in speechless wonder, and then rose Louder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and anger, And, by one impulse moved, they madly rushed to the door-way. Vain was the hope of escape ; and cries and fierce imprecations Rang through the house of prayer...
Page 11 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! 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 noon-tide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden.
Page 64 - Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen. Plaintive at first were the tones and sad: then soaring to madness Seemed they to follow or guide the revel of frenzied Bacchantes. Single notes were then heard, in sorrowful, low lamentation ; Till, having gathered them all, he flung them...
Page 6 - 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 18 - Desolate northern bays to the shores of tropical islands. Harvests were gathered in ; and wild with the winds of September Wrestled the trees of the forest, as Jacob of old with the angel. All the signs foretold a winter long and inclement. Bees, with prophetic instinct of want, had hoarded their honey Till the hives overflowed ; and the Indian hunters asserted Cold would the winter be, for thick was the fur of the foxes.
Page 13 - Bucket, fastened with iron, and near it a trough for the horses. 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.
Page 51 - From the bleak shores of the sea to the lands where the Father of Waters Seizes the hills in his hands, and drags them down to the ocean, Deep in their sands to bury the scattered bones of the mammoth.
Page 8 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
Page 6 - 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 52 - Passions long extinguished, and hopes long dead and abandoned, As the emigrant's way o'er the Western desert is marked by Camp-fires long consumed, and bones that bleach in the sunshine.