Evangeline, a Tale of AcadieUniversity publishing Company, 1897 - 102 pages |
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Page 36
... waited to hear the sound of her foot- steps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; 110 Or , at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint ' of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he ...
... waited to hear the sound of her foot- steps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; 110 Or , at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint ' of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance as he ...
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... Waited her lover and watched for the gleam of her lamp and her shadow . 375 Yet were her thoughts of him , and at times a feeling of sadness Passed o'er her soul , as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor ...
... Waited her lover and watched for the gleam of her lamp and her shadow . 375 Yet were her thoughts of him , and at times a feeling of sadness Passed o'er her soul , as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor ...
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... Waited the women . the headstones Without , in They stood by the graves , and hung on Garlands of autumn - leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and marching proudly among them 425 Entered ...
... Waited the women . the headstones Without , in They stood by the graves , and hung on Garlands of autumn - leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest . Then came the guard from the ships , and marching proudly among them 425 Entered ...
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... waited , and long , at the well - known bars of the farm - yard , - Waited and looked in vain for the voice and the hand of the milkmaid . Silence reigned in the streets ; from the church no Angelus sounded , 3 Rose no smoke from the ...
... waited , and long , at the well - known bars of the farm - yard , - Waited and looked in vain for the voice and the hand of the milkmaid . Silence reigned in the streets ; from the church no Angelus sounded , 3 Rose no smoke from the ...
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... waited and wan- dered , Lowly and meek in spirit , and patiently suffering all things . Fair was she and young ; but , alas ! before her extended , Dreary and vast and silent , the desert of life , with its pathway Marked by the graves ...
... waited and wan- dered , Lowly and meek in spirit , and patiently suffering all things . Fair was she and young ; but , alas ! before her extended , Dreary and vast and silent , the desert of life , with its pathway Marked by the graves ...
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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.