Evangeline, a Tale of AcadieHoughton Mifflin Company, 1883 - 104 pages |
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... mountains Sea - fogs pitched their tents , and mists from the mighty Atlantic 30 Looked on the happy valley , but ne ... mountainous headland of red sandstone , sur- mounted by a perpendicular wall of basaltic trap , the whole about four ...
... mountains Sea - fogs pitched their tents , and mists from the mighty Atlantic 30 Looked on the happy valley , but ne ... mountainous headland of red sandstone , sur- mounted by a perpendicular wall of basaltic trap , the whole about four ...
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... mountain and meadow , 615 Seizing the rocks and the rivers , and piling huge shadows together . Broader and ever broader it gleamed on the roofs of the village , Gleamed on the sky and the sea , and the ships that lay in the roadstead ...
... mountain and meadow , 615 Seizing the rocks and the rivers , and piling huge shadows together . Broader and ever broader it gleamed on the roofs of the village , Gleamed on the sky and the sea , and the ships that lay in the roadstead ...
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... mountains Lift , through perpetual snows , their lofty and lumi- nous summits . Down from their jagged , deep ravines , where the gorge , like a gateway , 1080 Opens a passage rude to the wheels of the emigrant's wagon , Westward the ...
... mountains Lift , through perpetual snows , their lofty and lumi- nous summits . Down from their jagged , deep ravines , where the gorge , like a gateway , 1080 Opens a passage rude to the wheels of the emigrant's wagon , Westward the ...
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... Mountains the moon rose , Lighting the little tent , and with a mysterious splen- dor Touching the sombre leaves , and embracing and filling the woodland . 1155 With a delicious sound the brook rushed by , and the branches Swayed and ...
... Mountains the moon rose , Lighting the little tent , and with a mysterious splen- dor Touching the sombre leaves , and embracing and filling the woodland . 1155 With a delicious sound the brook rushed by , and the branches Swayed and ...
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... mountains , Just as the sun went down , they heard a murmur of voices , And in a meadow green and broad , by the bank of a river , Saw the tents of the Christians , the tents of the Jesuit Mission . 1175 Under a towering oak , that ...
... mountains , Just as the sun went down , they heard a murmur of voices , And in a meadow green and broad , by the bank of a river , Saw the tents of the Christians , the tents of the Jesuit Mission . 1175 Under a towering oak , that ...
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40 cents Acadian accent aloft angel Annapolis River ascending Basil the blacksmith Basin of Minas Bay of Fundy beautiful behold boat Carillon de Dunkerque Carthusian cheer church darkness denotes the sound descend door Double Number English Evangeline Evangeline's heart eyes face farmer Father Felician flowers forest France French gleamed golden Golden Legend hand Hawthorne's heard heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW herds herdsman hexameter Indian Isaac de Razilli kirtle labor land Le Carillon light linen lips Longfellow's Loud maiden meadows meek Minas Basin morning night notary Nova Scotia o'er ocean odor Ozark Mountains passed paused Poems prairies priest river Riverside roof rose shade shadow shine shore silent Silphium laciniatum slowly slumber smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul spake spirit story streets sweet thee thou Unto village of Grand-Pré voice vowel wandered weary Winslow woodland words
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Page 9 - 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 100 - 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 the deep-voiced, neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate...
Page 14 - 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.
Page 11 - 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 15 - 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 10 - Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. 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 11 - 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 59 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Page 13 - Over the basement below protected and shaded the doorway. 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 sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens.
Page 12 - Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows. West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and...