EvangelineMacmillan, 1902 - 137 pages |
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... 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 . When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers 6 EVANGELINE.
... 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 . When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers 6 EVANGELINE.
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... wandered with Hagar . IV Pleasantly rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand - Pré . Pleasantly gleamed in the soft , sweet air the Basin of Minas , Where the ships , with their wavering shadows , were PART THE FIRST 31.
... wandered with Hagar . IV Pleasantly rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand - Pré . Pleasantly gleamed in the soft , sweet air the Basin of Minas , Where the ships , with their wavering shadows , were PART THE FIRST 31.
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... gleamed from the altar ; Fervent and deep was the voice of the priest , and the people responded , Not with their lips alone , but their hearts ; and the Ave Maria Sang they , and fell on their knees , and PART THE FIRST 39.
... gleamed from the altar ; Fervent and deep was the voice of the priest , and the people responded , Not with their lips alone , but their hearts ; and the Ave Maria Sang they , and fell on their knees , and PART THE FIRST 39.
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... gleamed no lights from the windows . 590 But on the shores meanwhile the evening fires had been kindled , Built of the drift - wood thrown on the sands from wrecks in the tempest . Round them shapes of gloom and sorrowful faces were ...
... gleamed no lights from the windows . 590 But on the shores meanwhile the evening fires had been kindled , Built of the drift - wood thrown on the sands from wrecks in the tempest . Round them shapes of gloom and sorrowful faces were ...
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... gleamed on the roofs of the village , Gleamed on the sky and the sea , and the ships that lay in the roadstead . ° Columns of shining smoke uprose , and flashes of flame were Thrust through their folds and withdrawn , like the quivering ...
... gleamed on the roofs of the village , Gleamed on the sky and the sea , and the ships that lay in the roadstead . ° Columns of shining smoke uprose , and flashes of flame were Thrust through their folds and withdrawn , like the quivering ...
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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!