Evangeline : a Tale of AcadieBeckley-Cardy Company, 1914 - 48 pages |
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... many thousands in all countries to whom the sweet , gentle singer had brought so much sunshine and music . Copyright , 1914 , by BECKLEY - CARDY COMPANY EVANGELINE PRELUDE THIS is the forest primeval . The murmuring. KD 23077 ...
... many thousands in all countries to whom the sweet , gentle singer had brought so much sunshine and music . Copyright , 1914 , by BECKLEY - CARDY COMPANY EVANGELINE PRELUDE THIS is the forest primeval . The murmuring. KD 23077 ...
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... forest . 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 ? Where is the thatch - roofed village , the home of Acadian farmers , - Men ...
... forest . 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 ? Where is the thatch - roofed village , the home of Acadian farmers , - Men ...
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... forests old , and aloft on the mountains 30 Sea - fogs pitched their tents , and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley , but ne'er from their station descended . 35 There , in the midst of its farms , reposed the ...
... forests old , and aloft on the mountains 30 Sea - fogs pitched their tents , and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley , but ne'er from their station descended . 35 There , in the midst of its farms , reposed the ...
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... forest , as Jacob of old with the angel . All the signs foretold a winter long and inclement . 155 Bees , with prophetic instinct of want , had hoarded their honey Till the hives overflowed ; and the Indian hunters asserted Cold would ...
... forest , as Jacob of old with the angel . All the signs foretold a winter long and inclement . 155 Bees , with prophetic instinct of want , had hoarded their honey Till the hives overflowed ; and the Indian hunters asserted Cold would ...
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... forest at night , through the starry silence , the wolves howled . Late , with the rising moon , returned the wains from the marshes , Laden with briny hay , that filled the air with its odor . Cheerily neighed the steeds , with dew on ...
... forest at night , through the starry silence , the wolves howled . Late , with the rising moon , returned the wains from the marshes , Laden with briny hay , that filled the air with its odor . Cheerily neighed the steeds , with dew on ...
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32 pages Acadian farmers Acadian peasants ACADIE accents aloft anon art thou Basil the blacksmith beautiful behold Bellefontaine blossom BUNNY IN MANNERS-LAND cheer darkness descended desert door Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face Father Felician Filled flocks flowers footsteps Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden Grades Grand-Pré hand heard heaven Henry W HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW herds herdsman horses labor land light lips Longfellow Loud maiden maize meadows meek Miles Standish moon morning Nathaniel Hawthorne neighboring night NIXIE BUNNY notary notary public numbered numberless o'er ocean odor Opelousas Ozark Mountains passed patient paused poem prairies priest river roof rose shade shadow Shawnee shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet tale thee thou thought tide tremulous Unto village voice waited wandered Washington Irving weary whispered woodlands words
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Page 5 - Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them...
Page 4 - 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, but ne'er from their station descended.
Page 44 - IN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And. the streets still reecho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Page 29 - 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 14 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Page 6 - 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 18 - Down with the tyrants of England! we never have sworn them allegiance ! Death to these foreign soldiers, who seize on our homes and our harvests!" More he fain would have said, but the merciless hand of a soldier Smote him upon the mouth, and dragged him down to the pavement.
Page 18 - Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgiveness? This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred?
Page 44 - 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 32 - Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen.