EvangelineMaynard, Merrill, & Company, 1893 - 110 pages |
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... looked into it , then we shall feel the tragedy of the hour when this sanctuary was ravished and violated by ruthless hands . In the very commonplaceness of Evangeline's first prospects , well - to - do on her father's farm , no bar of ...
... looked into it , then we shall feel the tragedy of the hour when this sanctuary was ravished and violated by ruthless hands . In the very commonplaceness of Evangeline's first prospects , well - to - do on her father's farm , no bar of ...
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... Looked on the happy valley , but ne'er from their station descended . There , in the midst of its farms , reposed the Acadian village . Strongly built were the houses , with frames of oak 10 and of chestnut , Such as the peasants of ...
... Looked on the happy valley , but ne'er from their station descended . There , in the midst of its farms , reposed the Acadian village . Strongly built were the houses , with frames of oak 10 and of chestnut , Such as the peasants of ...
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... Looked with the eye of love through the golden va- pors around him ; 9. Summer of All - Saints . Our " Indian summer " in the early part of October . While arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and 30 EVANGELINE .
... Looked with the eye of love through the golden va- pors around him ; 9. Summer of All - Saints . Our " Indian summer " in the early part of October . While arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and 30 EVANGELINE .
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... looked , until , overcome 10 by emotion , " Gabriel ! " cried she aloud with tremulous voice ; but no answer Came from the graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house ...
... looked , until , overcome 10 by emotion , " Gabriel ! " cried she aloud with tremulous voice ; but no answer Came from the graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house ...
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... looked in vain for the voice and the hand of the milkmaid . Silence reigned in the streets ; from the church no Angelus sounded , Rose no smoke from the roofs , and gleamed no lights from the windows . Io But on the shores meanwhile the ...
... looked in vain for the voice and the hand of the milkmaid . Silence reigned in the streets ; from the church no Angelus sounded , Rose no smoke from the roofs , and gleamed no lights from the windows . Io But on the shores meanwhile the ...
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12 cents Acadian aloft ascending Basil the blacksmith Bay of Fundy beautiful behold biographical sketch blossom boat church critical opinions darkness descended door English Evangeline Evangeline's heart explanatory notes eyes face farmer Fata Morgana Father Felician feast flocks flowers French Gabriel gleamed golden Golden Legend Grand-Pré hand Hawthorne heard heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW herds Indian KELLOGG'S labor land Le Carillon lessons light lips literary Longfellow loud lover maiden Mailing price meadows Miles Standish morning Mountains night notary Nova Scotia Number numberless o'er ocean odor Ozark Mountains passed poem poet Port Royal portrait prairies priest René Leblanc river Roman Catholic Church roof rose shade shadow shine shore silent Sister of Mercy sketch of author slowly slumber sorrow soul sound spake Spanish spirit sweet tale thee thou thought Unto voice wandered weary whispered wind woodland words
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Page 19 - 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 48 - Yet must I bow and obey, and deliver the will of our monarch: Namely, that all your lands, and dwellings, and cattle of all kinds Forfeited be to the crown; and that you yourselves from this province Be transported to other lands. God grant you may dwell there Ever as faithful subjects, a happy and peaceable people! Prisoners now I declare you, for such is his Majesty's pleasure!
Page 110 - Still stands the forest primeval ; but under the shade of its branches Dwells another race, with other customs and language. Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic Linger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom. In the fisherman's Cot the wheel and the loom are still busy ; Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles of homespun, And by the evening fire repeat Evangeline's story, While from its rocky caverns...
Page 25 - Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations. But a celestial brightness — a more ethereal beauty — Shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession, Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her, When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Page 24 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, 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.
Page 107 - 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 101 - IN 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, And the streets still reecho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Page 107 - But, as he lay in the morning light, his face for a moment Seemed to assume once more the forms of its earlier manhood ; So are wont to be changed the faces of those who are dying.
Page 29 - Thus passed a few swift years, and they no longer were children. He was a valiant youth, and his face, like the face of the morning, Gladdened the earth with its light, and ripened thought into action. She was a woman now, with the heart and hopes of a woman.
Page 29 - 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 ! Thus passed a few swift years, and they no longer were children.