EvangelineHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1883 - 102 pages |
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... , through long gen- erations . 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 benedic- tion upon her EVANGELINE . 15.
... , through long gen- erations . 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 benedic- tion upon her EVANGELINE . 15.
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... face of the morning , Gladdened the earth with its light , and ripened thought into action . She was a woman now ... faces of children . II . Now had the season returned , when the nights grow colder and longer , And the retreating sun ...
... face of the morning , Gladdened the earth with its light , and ripened thought into action . She was a woman now ... faces of children . II . Now had the season returned , when the nights grow colder and longer , And the retreating sun ...
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... Faces , clumsily carved in oak , on the back of his arm- chair Laughed in the flickering light , and the pewter plates on the dresser 205 Caught and reflected the flame , as shields of armies the sunshine . Fragments of song the old man ...
... Faces , clumsily carved in oak , on the back of his arm- chair Laughed in the flickering light , and the pewter plates on the dresser 205 Caught and reflected the flame , as shields of armies the sunshine . Fragments of song the old man ...
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... the box of tobacco ; 225 Never so much thyself art thou as when , through the curling Smoke of the pipe or the forge , thy friendly and jovial face gleams Round and red as the harvest moon through the mist EVANGELINE . 25.
... the box of tobacco ; 225 Never so much thyself art thou as when , through the curling Smoke of the pipe or the forge , thy friendly and jovial face gleams Round and red as the harvest moon through the mist EVANGELINE . 25.
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... " 325 Silenced , but not convinced , when the story was ended , the blacksmith Stood like a man who fain would speak , but findeth no language ; All his thoughts were congealed into lines on his face 32 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
... " 325 Silenced , but not convinced , when the story was ended , the blacksmith Stood like a man who fain would speak , but findeth no language ; All his thoughts were congealed into lines on his face 32 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW .
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Acadian accent aloft angel Annapolis River ascending Basil the blacksmith Bay of Fundy beautiful beheld boat Carillon de Dunkerque Carthusian cents cheer church darkness denotes the sound descend door 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 HOUGHTON Indian Isaac de Razilli kirtle labor land Le Carillon light linen covers 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 Reader Grade river 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 volume vowel wandered weary Winslow woodland words
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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 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 99 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
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 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 91 - Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended. Each succeeding year stole something away from her beauty, Leaving behind it, broader and deeper, the gloom and the shadow. Then there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead, Dawn of another life, that broke o'er her earthly horizon, As in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning.
Page 12 - 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. 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,...
Page 62 - Soon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devious waters, Which, like a network of steel, extended in every direction. Over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs of the cypress Met in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air Waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals.
Page 97 - On the pallet before her was stretched the form of an old man. Long, and thin, and gray were the locks that shaded his temples...
Page 13 - 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 sounds with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens.