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... sang of mutation . Thus , at peace with God and the world , the farmer of Grand - Pré Lived on his sunny farm , and Evangeline governed his household . Many a youth , as he knelt in the church and opened his missal , Fixed his eyes upon ...
... sang of mutation . Thus , at peace with God and the world , the farmer of Grand - Pré Lived on his sunny farm , and Evangeline governed his household . Many a youth , as he knelt in the church and opened his missal , Fixed his eyes upon ...
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... sang , and carols of Christmas , Such as at home , in the olden time , his fathers before him Sang in their Norman orchards and bright Burgundian vineyards . Close at her father's side was the gentle Evangeline seated , Spinning flax ...
... sang , and carols of Christmas , Such as at home , in the olden time , his fathers before him Sang in their Norman orchards and bright Burgundian vineyards . Close at her father's side was the gentle Evangeline seated , Spinning flax ...
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... sang to the vibrant sound of his fiddle , Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres , and Le Carillon de Dunkerque , And anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the music . Merrily , merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances Under the ...
... sang to the vibrant sound of his fiddle , Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres , and Le Carillon de Dunkerque , And anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the music . Merrily , merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances Under the ...
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... Sang they , and fell on their knees , and their souls , with devotion translated , Rose on the ardour of prayer , like Elijah ascending to heaven . Meanwhile had spread in the village the tidings of ill EVANGELINE . 23.
... Sang they , and fell on their knees , and their souls , with devotion translated , Rose on the ardour of prayer , like Elijah ascending to heaven . Meanwhile had spread in the village the tidings of ill EVANGELINE . 23.
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... Sang they with tremulous lips a chant of the Catholic Missions : - " Sacred heart of the Saviour ! O inexhaustible fountain ! Fill our hearts this day with strength and submission and patience ! " Then the old men , as they marched ...
... Sang they with tremulous lips a chant of the Catholic Missions : - " Sacred heart of the Saviour ! O inexhaustible fountain ! Fill our hearts this day with strength and submission and patience ! " Then the old men , as they marched ...
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Page 209 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 68 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled...
Page 169 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Page 145 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!
Page 235 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That, follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 147 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
Page 3 - 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 255 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Page 287 - THE BUILDERS. ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time : Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Page 777 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide, And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay, Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.