Evangeline, a Tale of AcadieUniversity publishing Company, 1897 - 102 pages |
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... Story b . Study of the Characters c . Memorizing III . FOR TEXTUAL STUDY a . Allusions b . Imagery c . Words d . Structure of the Poem e . Grammatical Study EVANGELINE : A TALE OF ACADIE . PART THE FIRST PART THE SECOND PAGE H5 56 6 11 ...
... Story b . Study of the Characters c . Memorizing III . FOR TEXTUAL STUDY a . Allusions b . Imagery c . Words d . Structure of the Poem e . Grammatical Study EVANGELINE : A TALE OF ACADIE . PART THE FIRST PART THE SECOND PAGE H5 56 6 11 ...
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... story from Mr. Conolly , a friend of Hawthorne's , when the three were dining together in Cambridge . Mr. Conolly had suggested it to Hawthorne as the subject for a story , but Haw- thorne did not feel moved to write anything . On ...
... story from Mr. Conolly , a friend of Hawthorne's , when the three were dining together in Cambridge . Mr. Conolly had suggested it to Hawthorne as the subject for a story , but Haw- thorne did not feel moved to write anything . On ...
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... story . The " Iliad " and the " Odyssey " are of the highest type of narrative poetry , and they arose among a rude ... stories of adventure . There are Tales in verse , sometimes romantic , sometimes humor- ous . ' Evangeline " is what ...
... story . The " Iliad " and the " Odyssey " are of the highest type of narrative poetry , and they arose among a rude ... stories of adventure . There are Tales in verse , sometimes romantic , sometimes humor- ous . ' Evangeline " is what ...
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... story is based . Ask yourselves where Evangeline's devotion appears best presented ; think of her devotion to her father as well as to her lover . Find examples of her hopes , of her endurance of sorrow . When I think of her I am apt ...
... story is based . Ask yourselves where Evangeline's devotion appears best presented ; think of her devotion to her father as well as to her lover . Find examples of her hopes , of her endurance of sorrow . When I think of her I am apt ...
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... , and so the temptation is to run on and on , and spin the story out . These , however , are but slight drawbacks and will not greatly bar your enjoyment of the poem . SUGGESTIONS FOR STUDY . It is well to read the THE METRE . 19.
... , and so the temptation is to run on and on , and spin the story out . These , however , are but slight drawbacks and will not greatly bar your enjoyment of the poem . SUGGESTIONS FOR STUDY . It is well to read the THE METRE . 19.
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Acadian Acadie accent Alhambra aloft Basil the black Basin of Minas Bay of Fundy beautiful behold Benedict called character Charles Dickens church complete selections darkness descended door Double England English Evangeline Evangeline's heart eyes face farmer Father Felician forest French Gabriel gleamed golden Grand-Pré hand heard heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW herds Indian land Leblanc light lips Longfellow looked Loud Louisiana maiden meadows metre narrative poetry neighboring night notary Nova Scotia numbers o'er ocean odor passed paused poet poetry prairies prayer priest Prisoner of Chillon pron Queen Anne's War river Roman Roman Catholic Church roof rose schools shade shadow shore side silent single abr slowly song sorrow soul sound spake Standard Literature Series stood story Superintendent sweet tale thee things thou thought tide Twice-Told Tales unaccented syllable village voice wandered weary words
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Page 34 - 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 ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.
Page 75 - Daughter, thy words are not idle; nor are they to me without meaning, Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.
Page 33 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Page 100 - 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 76 - Twinkling vapors arose ; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together. Hanging between two skies, a cloud with edges of silver, Floated the boat, with its dripping oars, on the motionless water.
Page 100 - But, as he lay in the morning light, his face for a moment Seemed to assume once more the forms of its earlier manhood; So are wont to be changed the faces of those who are dying. Hot and red on his lips still burned the flush of the fever, As if life, like the Hebrew, with blood had besprinkled its portals, That the Angel of Death might see the sign, and pass over.
Page 101 - 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.
Page 99 - 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...
Page 53 - I know must be grievous. 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 ! Prisoners now I declare you ; for such is his Majesty's pleasure...
Page 66 - Scattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the wind from the northeast Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of Newfoundland.