Evangeline : a Tale of AcadieKent and Richards, 1848 - 122 pages |
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... waved from her collar , Quietly paced and slow , as if conscious of human affection . Then came the shepherd back with his bleat- ing flocks from the sea - side , Where was their favorite pasture . them followed the watch - dog , Behind ...
... waved from her collar , Quietly paced and slow , as if conscious of human affection . Then came the shepherd back with his bleat- ing flocks from the sea - side , Where was their favorite pasture . them followed the watch - dog , Behind ...
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... Waving his bushy tail , and urging forward the stragglers ; Regent of flocks was he when the shepherd slept ; their protector , When from the forest at night , through the starry silence , the wolves howled . Late , with the rising moon ...
... Waving his bushy tail , and urging forward the stragglers ; Regent of flocks was he when the shepherd slept ; their protector , When from the forest at night , through the starry silence , the wolves howled . Late , with the rising moon ...
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... waved in the wind ; and the jolly face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers . Gayly the old man sang to the vibrant sound of his fiddle , Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres , and Le Carillon de ...
... waved in the wind ; and the jolly face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers . Gayly the old man sang to the vibrant sound of his fiddle , Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres , and Le Carillon de ...
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... Waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals . Deathlike the silence seemed , and unbroken , save by the herons Home to their roosts in the cedar - trees re- turning at sunset , Or by the owl , as he greeted the moon ...
... Waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals . Deathlike the silence seemed , and unbroken , save by the herons Home to their roosts in the cedar - trees re- turning at sunset , Or by the owl , as he greeted the moon ...
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... waving plume through the forest , And never more returned , nor was seen again by her people . Silent with wonder and strange surprise , Evangeline listened To the soft flow of her magical words , till the region around her Seemed like ...
... waving plume through the forest , And never more returned , nor was seen again by her people . Silent with wonder and strange surprise , Evangeline listened To the soft flow of her magical words , till the region around her Seemed like ...
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Acadian farmers Acadie accents almshouse aloft anon answer art thou Basil the blacksmith beautiful behold Bellefontaine blossom boat cattle cheer church darkness descended desert door Druids Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face farm-yard Father Felician Filled flax flocks flowers footsteps French Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden hand heard heaven herds herdsman horses household hundred Indian kirtles land Leblanc light lips Loud maiden maize Majesty's meadows meek mingled moon morning neighbouring night notary notary public Nova Scotia o'er oars ocean old French Opelousas Ozark Mountains passed Patience paused Port Royal prairies priest river roof rose seemed shade shadow Shawnee shore silent slowly slumber smile snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet tankard thee thou thought tide tremulous Unto village of Grand-Pré voice waited wander weary whispered wigwam wind woodlands words
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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 6 - West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain ; and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic 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 and of chestnut, Such as the peasants of Normandy...
Page 10 - 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 42 - Spake he, as, after the tocsin's alarum, distinctly the clock strikes : "What is this that ye do, my children? what madness has seized you? Forty years of my life have I labored among you, and taught you, Not in word alone, but in deed, to love one another ! Is this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and prayers and privations?
Page 44 - Hark ! how those lips still repeat the prayer, ' O Father, forgive them ! ' Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us, Let us repeat it now, and say,
Page 118 - 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. Hot and red on his lips still burned the flush of the fever, As if life, like the Hebrew, with blood had besprinkled its portals, That the Angel of Death might see the sign, and pass over. Motionless, senseless, dying, he lay, and his spirit exhausted Seemed to be sinking down through infinite depths in the darkness, Darkness...
Page 8 - 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. Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Page 48 - Soon o'er the yellow fields, in silent and mournful procession, Came from the neighboring hamlets and farms the Acadian women, Driving in ponderous wains their household goods to the seashore...
Page 72 - Swinging from its great arms, the trumpet-flower and the grapevine Hung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder of Jacob, On whose pendulous stairs the angels ascending, descending, Were the swift humming-birds, that flitted from blossom to blossom.
Page 60 - Scattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the wind from the north-east Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of Newfoundland. Friendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered from city to city, From the cold lakes of the North to sultry Southern savannas, — 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 seattered bones of the mammoth.