Evangeline, a Tale of AcadieHoughton Mifflin Company, 1883 - 104 pages |
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... seemed trembling before France , and that the colony at Halifax regarded the act as one of self - preservation . The authorities for an historical inquiry into this subject are best seen in a volume published by the government of Nova ...
... seemed trembling before France , and that the colony at Halifax regarded the act as one of self - preservation . The authorities for an historical inquiry into this subject are best seen in a volume published by the government of Nova ...
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... seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music . Firmly builded with rafters of oak , the house of the farmer Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea ; and a shady Sycamore grew by the door , with a woodbine wreath- ing around it ...
... seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music . Firmly builded with rafters of oak , the house of the farmer Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea ; and a shady Sycamore grew by the door , with a woodbine wreath- ing around it ...
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... seemed a part of the music . But among all who came young Gabriel only was welcome ; Gabriel Lajeunesse , the son of Basil the black- smith , 115 Who was a mighty man in the village , and honored of all men ; For since the birth of time ...
... seemed a part of the music . But among all who came young Gabriel only was welcome ; Gabriel Lajeunesse , the son of Basil the black- smith , 115 Who was a mighty man in the village , and honored of all men ; For since the birth of time ...
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... seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , 130 Warm by the forge within they watched the laboring bellows , And as its panting ceased , and the sparks expired in the ashes , Merrily laughed , and said they were nuns going ...
... seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , 130 Warm by the forge within they watched the laboring bellows , And as its panting ceased , and the sparks expired in the ashes , Merrily laughed , and said they were nuns going ...
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... seemed to reign upon earth , and the restless heart of the ocean Was for a moment consoled . All sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , 159. The Summer of All - Saints is ...
... seemed to reign upon earth , and the restless heart of the ocean Was for a moment consoled . All sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , 159. The Summer of All - Saints is ...
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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...