Evangeline, a Tale of AcadieHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1896 - 102 pages |
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Acadian Baucis Baucis and Philemon beautiful beheld Bellerophon beneath bird breath bridle bright child Chimæra clouds Cousin Eustace cried door earth Evangeline eyes face father feet flowers forest friends garden gazed Geryon giant golden apples Grand-Pré grew guests hand Hawthorne head heard heart heaven Hercules Hesperides hexameter hill Iobates king lake laughing light living Longfellow looked Lycia maiden meadows milk monster morning Mount Helicon mountain never night Nova Scotia o'er old Philemon once paused Pegasus Philemon and Baucis Pirene pitcher pleasant poem poet poor pretty Primrose Quicksilver seemed seen shadow smile snow song sound steed stood story stranger summer sunset supper Sweet Fern Tanglewood tell thing thou thought toil told traveller trees village voice weary Whittier wild wind winged horse wonderful wood words young youth
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Page 8 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play.! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, no That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own! We sped
Page 74 - Larger grew my riches too; All the world I saw or knew Seemed a complex Chinese toy, Fashioned for a barefoot boy! Oh for festal dainties spread, 70 Like my bowl of milk and bread; Pewter spoon and bowl of wood, On the door-stone, gray and rude! O'er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent,
Page 74 - Purple-curtained, fringed with gold, Looped in many a wind-swung fold, While for music came the play Of the pied frogs' orchestra; And, to light the noisy choir, so Lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch : pomp and joy Waited on the barefoot boy! Cheerily, then, my little man, Live and laugh, as boyhood can!
Page 10 - Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended. There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village. Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of hemlock, Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries. These colonists came from Rochelle, Saintonge, and
Page 73 - was rich in flowers and trees, Humming-birds and honey-bees; For my sport the squirrel played, Plied the snouted mole his spade ; Laughed the brook for my delight Through the day and through the night, Whispering at the garden wall, Talked with me from fall to fall;
Page 3 - Took marvellous shapes; strange domes and towers Rose u'p where sty or corn-crib stood, Or garden-wall or belt of wood; A smooth white mound the brush-pile showed, A fenceless drift what once was road; «o The bridle-post an old man sat With loose-flung coat and high cocked hat; The well-curb had a Chinese
Page 98 - Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles of homespun, And by the evening fire repeat Evangeline's story, While from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced, neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. PRONOUNCING VOCABULARY OF PROPER NAMES AND FOREIGN WORDS IN EVANGELINE. The diacritical marks given below are those found in the
Page 73 - For, eschewing books and tasks, Nature answers all he asks; Hand in hand with her he walks, Face to face with her he talks, Part and parcel of her joy,— « Blessings on the barefoot boy! Oh for boyhood's time of June, Crowding years in one brief moon, When all things I heard or saw, Me, their master, waited for.
Page 12 - 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. Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows;
Page 8 - how the night behaved ? What matter how the north-wind raved ? Blow high, blow low, not all its snow Could quench our hearth-fire's ruddy glow. O Time and Change ! — with hair as gray iso As was my sire's that winter day, How strange it seems, with so much gone Of life and love, to