EvangelineAlden, 1892 - 98 pages A narrative poem about a bride who searches for her husband when they are separated after the British expel them from Nova Scotia. |
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... round in a circle of cinders . Oft on autumnal eves , when without in the gathering dark- ness Bursting with light seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , Warm by the forge within they watched the laboring bellows.
... round in a circle of cinders . Oft on autumnal eves , when without in the gathering dark- ness Bursting with light seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , Warm by the forge within they watched the laboring bellows.
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... Round and red as the harvest moon through the mist of the marshes . " Then , with a smile of content , thus answered Basil the blacksmith , Taking with easy air the accustomed seat by the fireside- " Benedict Bellefontaine , thou has ...
... Round and red as the harvest moon through the mist of the marshes . " Then , with a smile of content , thus answered Basil the blacksmith , Taking with easy air the accustomed seat by the fireside- " Benedict Bellefontaine , thou has ...
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... round about them , Filled the barn with hay , and the house with food for a twelvemonth . René Leblanc will be here anon , with his papers and ink- horn . Shall we not then be g'ad , and rejoice in the joy of our children ? " As apart ...
... round about them , Filled the barn with hay , and the house with food for a twelvemonth . René Leblanc will be here anon , with his papers and ink- horn . Shall we not then be g'ad , and rejoice in the joy of our children ? " As apart ...
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... Round them shapes of gloom and sorrowful faces were gathered , Voices of women were heard , and of men , and the crying of children . Onward from fire to fire , as from hearth to hearth in his parish , Wandered the faithful priest ...
... Round them shapes of gloom and sorrowful faces were gathered , Voices of women were heard , and of men , and the crying of children . Onward from fire to fire , as from hearth to hearth in his parish , Wandered the faithful priest ...
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... Round about him were numberless herds of kine , that were grazing Quietly in the meadows , and breathing the vapory freshness That uprose from the river , and spread itself over the land scape . Slowly lifting the horn that hung at his ...
... Round about him were numberless herds of kine , that were grazing Quietly in the meadows , and breathing the vapory freshness That uprose from the river , and spread itself over the land scape . Slowly lifting the horn that hung at his ...
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Acadian peasants accents aloft anon art thou ascending barns Basil the black Basil the blacksmith beautiful behold Bellefontaine blossom boat cheer church dark descended desert door Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face Father Felician filled flax flocks flowers footsteps Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden green islands hand heard heaven herds herdsman horses kirtles Knelt labor land Laughed light lips Loud maiden maize meadows meek midst mingled moon morning nearer neighboring night notary notary public numberless o'er ocean odor Opelousas Ozark Mountains panions passed patient paused Port Royal prairies priest river roof rose scape shade shadow Shawnee shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit Suddenly sunshine sweet swift boat tankard thee thou tide tremulous Unto village of Grand-Pré voice waited wandered weary whispered wigwam wind words
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Page 11 - 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 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!
Page 56 - When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed, Bearing a nation, with all its household gods, into exile, Exile without an end, and without an example in story. Far asunder, on separate coasts, the Acadians landed ; Scattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the wind from the northeast Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of Newfoundland.
Page 22 - Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters, Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the swallow Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow!
Page 57 - Scattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the wind from the northeast 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 scattered bones of the mammoth.
Page 12 - 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 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 - Yet must I bow and obey, and deliver the will of our monarch ; Namely, that all your lands, and dwellings, and cattle of all kinds, Forfeited be to the crown ; and that you yourselves from this province Be transported to other lands. God grant you may dwell there Ever as faithful subjects, a happy and peaceable people 1 Prisoners now I declare you; for such is his Majesty's pleasure!
Page 97 - Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.