EvangelineMacmillan, 1902 - 137 pages |
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... doors Mingled their sound with the whir ° of the wheels and the songs of the maidens . Solemnly down the street came the parish priest , and the children Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended 4 EVANGELINE.
... doors Mingled their sound with the whir ° of the wheels and the songs of the maidens . Solemnly down the street came the parish priest , and the children Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended 4 EVANGELINE.
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... vice of republics . Neither locks had they to their doors , nor bars to their windows ; 55 But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor , and the poorest lived PART THE FIRST 5 20.
... vice of republics . Neither locks had they to their doors , nor bars to their windows ; 55 But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor , and the poorest lived PART THE FIRST 5 20.
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... door , with a woodbine wreath- ing around it . Rudely carved was the porch , with seats beneath ; and a footpath 85 Led through an orchard wide , and disappeared in the meadow . Under the sycamore - tree were hives overhung by a ...
... door , with a woodbine wreath- ing around it . Rudely carved was the porch , with seats beneath ; and a footpath 85 Led through an orchard wide , and disappeared in the meadow . Under the sycamore - tree were hives overhung by a ...
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... door , by the darkness befriended , And , as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; IIO Or , at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village ...
... door , by the darkness befriended , And , as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; IIO Or , at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village ...
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... door they stood , with wondering eyes to behold him 125 Take in his leathern ° lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything , Nailing the shoe in its place ; while near him the tire of the cart - wheel Lay like a fiery snake , coiled round ...
... door they stood , with wondering eyes to behold him 125 Take in his leathern ° lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything , Nailing the shoe in its place ; while near him the tire of the cart - wheel Lay like a fiery snake , coiled round ...
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Acadian accent aloft American Basil the blacksmith beautiful behold bell Beowulf boat church Compare darkness descended didacticism Echoed edition England Evangeline Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart exile eyes face farmer Father Felician flocks flowers French friends Gabriel gleamed golden Grand-Pré hand heard heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW herds hexameter Indian labor land light lips literary literature Longfellow Lord Cornwallis Loud Macaulay's Essay maiden meadows Merchant of Venice Minas morning Mountains murmuring night notary Nova Scotia o'er ocean odor Ozark Mountains paused poem poet Port Royal prairies prayer priest Queen Anne's War river rose scene Sebastian Cabot seemed shade shadow ships shore silent slowly slumber sorrow soul sound spake spirit spondee story thee thou thought Tout passe treaty of Utrecht trochee unto verse village of Grand-Pré voice wandered weary whispered wind woodlands words
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Page 63 - 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 59 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Page 5 - 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 110 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Page 108 - 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 103 - Patience and abnegation of self, and devotion to others, This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her. So was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spices, Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma. Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.
Page 71 - 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.
Page 112 - Dwells another race, with other customs and language. Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic Linger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom. In the fisherman's Cot the wheel and the loom are still busy ; 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...
Page 37 - ... sultry solstice of summer, Suddenly gathers a storm, and the deadly sling of the hailstones Beats down the farmer's corn in the field and shatters his windows, Hiding the sun, and strewing the ground with thatch from the house-roofs.
Page 2 - This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman? Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers, Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands. Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven? Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!