Evangeline : a Tale of AcadieBeckley-Cardy Company, 1914 - 48 pages |
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... 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 of the marshes . " " Then , with a smile of content , thus answered Basil the ...
... 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 of the marshes . " " Then , with a smile of content , thus answered Basil the ...
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... thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad ! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou , when others are filled with Gloomy forebodings of ill , and see only ruin before them . Happy art thou , as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe ...
... thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad ! Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou , when others are filled with Gloomy forebodings of ill , and see only ruin before them . Happy art thou , as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe ...
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... blacksmith , Knocked from his pipe the ashes , and slowly extended his right hand , " Father Leblanc , " he exclaimed , " thou hast heard the talk in the village , And , perchance , canst tell us some news of 12 EVANGELINE.
... blacksmith , Knocked from his pipe the ashes , and slowly extended his right hand , " Father Leblanc , " he exclaimed , " thou hast heard the talk in the village , And , perchance , canst tell us some news of 12 EVANGELINE.
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... Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. Catherine's tresses . Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly , " I cannot ! " Whither my heart has gone , there follows my hand , and not else- where . " " For when the heart goes ...
... Thou art too fair to be left to braid St. Catherine's tresses . Then would Evangeline answer , serenely but sadly , " I cannot ! " Whither my heart has gone , there follows my hand , and not else- where . " " For when the heart goes ...
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... thou so near unto me , and yet I cannot behold thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah ! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! " " Ah ! how often thine eyes have looked on the ...
... thou so near unto me , and yet I cannot behold thee ? Art thou so near unto me , and yet thy voice does not reach me ? Ah ! how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie ! " " Ah ! how often thine eyes have looked on the ...
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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.