Evangeline, a tale [in verse] illustr. from designs by J.E. Benham, B. Foster, and J. Gilbert |
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... Basil the blacksmith , Who was a mighty man in the village , and honoured of all men ; For since the birth of time , throughout all ages and nations , Has the craft of the smith been held in repute by the people . Basil was Benedict's ...
... Basil the blacksmith , Who was a mighty man in the village , and honoured of all men ; For since the birth of time , throughout all ages and nations , Has the craft of the smith been held in repute by the people . Basil was Benedict's ...
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... Basil the blacksmith . There at the door they stood , with wondering eyes to behold him Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything , Nailing the shoe in its place ; while near him the tire of the cart - wheel Lay like ...
... Basil the blacksmith . There at the door they stood , with wondering eyes to behold him Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything , Nailing the shoe in its place ; while near him the tire of the cart - wheel Lay like ...
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... Basil the blacksmith , And by her beating heart Evangeline knew who was with him . " Welcome ! " the farmer exclaimed , as their footsteps paused on the threshold . " Welcome , Basil , my friend ! Come , take thy place on the settle ...
... Basil the blacksmith , And by her beating heart Evangeline knew who was with him . " Welcome ! " the farmer exclaimed , as their footsteps paused on the threshold . " Welcome , Basil , my friend ! Come , take thy place on the settle ...
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... Basil the blacksmith , Knocked from his pipe the ashes , and slowly extending his right hand , " Father Leblanc , " he exclaimed , " thou hast heard the talk in the village , And , perchance , canst tell us some news of these ships and ...
... Basil the blacksmith , Knocked from his pipe the ashes , and slowly extending his right hand , " Father Leblanc , " he exclaimed , " thou hast heard the talk in the village , And , perchance , canst tell us some news of these ships and ...
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... Basil the blacksmith . Not far withdrawn from these , by the cider - press and the bee - hives , Michael the fiddler was placed , with the gayest of hearts and of waistcoats . Shadow and light from the leaves alternately played on his ...
... Basil the blacksmith . Not far withdrawn from these , by the cider - press and the bee - hives , Michael the fiddler was placed , with the gayest of hearts and of waistcoats . Shadow and light from the leaves alternately played on his ...
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Evangeline, a Tale [in Verse] Illustr. from Designs by J.E. Benham, B ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow No preview available - 2018 |
Evangeline, a Tale [in Verse] Illustr. from Designs by J.E. Benham, B ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow No preview available - 2018 |
Evangeline, a Tale [In Verse] Illustr. From Designs by J.E. Benham, B ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow No preview available - 2022 |
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Acadian answer arms barns Basil beautiful behold BENHAM BIRKET FOSTER blacksmith boat built carried cattle church darkness deep departed descended door effect ended English entered Evangeline Evangeline's extended eyes face fair farmer Father fell fire flowers followed forest French Gabriel garden gleamed golden Government guides hand head heard heart heaven herds hope horses hundred Indian inhabitants JANE labour land leaves light lips lived looked Loud maiden Majesty's meadows moon morning Mountains neighbouring night o'er ocean once orders passed patient prairies priest prisoners province repeat rest river rose round seemed seen shade shadow ships shore side silent slowly smoke sorrow soul sound spirit stood streets Suddenly suffer sweet things thought thousand tide village voice waited walls wandered weary whispered wind women young
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Page 11 - 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 - 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 16 - 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 65 - 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 15 - But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance. Somewhat apart from the village, and nearer the Basin of Minas, Benedict Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer of Grand-Pre, Dwelt on his goodly acres ; and with him, directing his household, Gentle Evangeline lived, his child, and the pride of the village.
Page 97 - And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning. Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish, That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows.
Page 13 - Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Page 42 - Vain was the hope of escape ; and cries and fierce imprecations Rang through the house of prayer ; and high o'er the heads of the others Rose, with his arms uplifted, the figure of Basil the blacksmith, As, on a stormy sea, a spar is tossed by the billows.
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.
Page 97 - Distant and soft on her ear fell the chimes from the belfry of Christ Church, While, intermingled with these, across the meadows were wafted Sounds of psalms, that were sung by the Swedes in their church at Wicaco. Soft as descending wings fell the calm of the hour on her spirit; Something within her said, "At length thy trials are ended;" 1330 And, with light in her looks, she entered the chambers of sickness.