Evangeline: A Tale of AcadieW. D. Ticknor & Company, 1848 - 163 pages |
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... an end , and without an example in story . Far asunder , on separate coasts , the Acadians landed ; Scattered were they , like flakes of snow , when the wind from the northeast Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of.
... an end , and without an example in story . Far asunder , on separate coasts , the Acadians landed ; Scattered were they , like flakes of snow , when the wind from the northeast Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of.
Page 84
... Banks of Newfoundland . Friendless , homeless , hopeless , they wandered from city to city , From the cold lakes of the North to sultry Southern savannas , - From the bleak shores of the sea to the lands where the Father of Waters ...
... Banks of Newfoundland . Friendless , homeless , hopeless , they wandered from city to city , From the cold lakes of the North to sultry Southern savannas , - From the bleak shores of the sea to the lands where the Father of Waters ...
Page 90
... banks , through sylvan glooms that conceal it , Though he behold it not , he can hear its con- tinuous murmur ; Happy , at length , if he find the spot where it reaches an outlet . 91 II . It was the month of May . 90 EVANGELINE .
... banks , through sylvan glooms that conceal it , Though he behold it not , he can hear its con- tinuous murmur ; Happy , at length , if he find the spot where it reaches an outlet . 91 II . It was the month of May . 90 EVANGELINE .
Page 101
... bank , and behind a screen of palmettos , So that they saw not the boat , where it lay con- cealed in the willows , And undisturbed by the dash of their oars , and unseen , were the sleepers ; Angel of God was there none to awaken the ...
... bank , and behind a screen of palmettos , So that they saw not the boat , where it lay con- cealed in the willows , And undisturbed by the dash of their oars , and unseen , were the sleepers ; Angel of God was there none to awaken the ...
Page 103
... banks of the Têche , are the towns of St. Maur and St. Martin . There the long - wandering bride shall be given again to her bridegroom , There the long - absent pastor regain his flock and his sheepfold . Beautiful is the land , with ...
... banks of the Têche , are the towns of St. Maur and St. Martin . There the long - wandering bride shall be given again to her bridegroom , There the long - absent pastor regain his flock and his sheepfold . Beautiful is the land , with ...
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Acadian peasants ACADIE accents almshouse aloft anon answer art thou ascended Basil the blacksmith beauty behold Bellefontaine blossoms boat cheer darkness descended desert door Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face Father Felician Filled flax flocks flowers footsteps Gabriel garden gazed geline gleamed glided golden hand HARVARD COLLEGE heard heaven herds herdsman kirtles labor land Laughed light lips Loud maiden maize meadows meek midst moon morning neighbouring night notary notary public numberless o'er oars ocean odor Opelousas Ozark Mountains passed patient paused POEMS Port Royal prairies price 25 price 50 cents priest river roof rose seemed shade shadow Shawnee shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet thee thou thought tide tremulous Unto village voice volume waited wander weary whispered WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind woodlands words
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Page 5 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 59 - 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? Lo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you! See! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion! Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!
Page 162 - Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and...
Page 57 - Rang through the house of prayer ; and high o'er the heads of the others Rose, with his arms uplifted, the figure of Basil the blacksmith, As, on a stormy sea, a spar is tossed by the billows. Flushed was his face and distorted with passion ; and wildly he shouted, — " 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...
Page 14 - When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. 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 158 - Hebrew, with blood had besprinkled its portals, That the Angel of Death might see the sign, and pass over. Motionless, senseless, dying, he lay, and his spirit exhausted Seemed to be sinking down through infinite depths in the darkness, Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.
Page 58 - Lo! the door of the chancel opened, and Father Felician Entered, with serious mien, and ascended the steps of the altar. Raising his reverend hand, with a gesture he awed into silence All that clamorous throng; and thus he spake to his people; Deep were his tones and solemn,- in accents measured and mournful Spake he, as, after the tocsin's alarum, distinctly the clock strikes.
Page 15 - 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 118 - All the year round the orange-groves are in blossom ; and grass grows More in a single night than a whole Canadian summer. Here, too, numberless herds run wild and unclaimed in the prairies ; Here, too, lands may be had for the asking, and forests of timber With a few blows of the axe are hewn and framed into houses.
Page 85 - Long among them was seen a maiden who waited and wandered, 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...