Evangeline : a Tale of AcadieBeckley-Cardy Company, 1914 - 48 pages |
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... kneeling beside him , Kissed his dying lips , and laid his head on her bosom . Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkess , 1375 As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement . 1390 Died on his ...
... kneeling beside him , Kissed his dying lips , and laid his head on her bosom . Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkess , 1375 As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement . 1390 Died on his ...
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Acadian answer banks Basil beautiful behold blacksmith blossom boat BUNNY cheer church darkness deep departed descended door ended entered Evangeline eyes face fair farmer Father fell fields fire flocks flowers follow forest Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden Grades guides hand head heard heart heaven herds hope horses labor land leaves light lips lived longer looked Loud maiden meadows moon morning neighboring night NIXIE o'er ocean odor once passed Patience paused poem prairies priest repeat rest returned river roof rose round seemed shade shadow ships shore side silent slowly smile sorrow soul sound spake spirit stood story stream streets Suddenly sunshine sweet tale thee thou thought tide turned Unto village voice waited walls wandered waved weary whispered wild wind
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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.