EvangelineMacmillan, 1902 - 137 pages |
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... verses entitled Mr. Finny and the Turnip , did not the biographer , " on Mr. Longfellow's own authority , " repudiate the " silly lines . " It is very gratifying to know that our poet is not respon- sible for them . First poems are at ...
... verses entitled Mr. Finny and the Turnip , did not the biographer , " on Mr. Longfellow's own authority , " repudiate the " silly lines . " It is very gratifying to know that our poet is not respon- sible for them . First poems are at ...
Page xi
... verses , equal but not superior to the average under- graduate lines , and to contribute to the newspapers prose articles on various subjects — all of which gave him a local reputation , and delighted his father and mother , who proved ...
... verses , equal but not superior to the average under- graduate lines , and to contribute to the newspapers prose articles on various subjects — all of which gave him a local reputation , and delighted his father and mother , who proved ...
Page xxi
... verses as he wished to preserve , and a number of translations . It was a belated publication . Most poets have expressed themselves in no uncertain tònes long before the age of thirty - two . But for this very reason we may expect to ...
... verses as he wished to preserve , and a number of translations . It was a belated publication . Most poets have expressed themselves in no uncertain tònes long before the age of thirty - two . But for this very reason we may expect to ...
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... verse the vehicle of direct instruc- tion . Critics will continue to argue as to the proper vehicle for such instruction - prose or verse . poets set out to represent " the true , the beautiful , and the good . " Which is the greater he ...
... verse the vehicle of direct instruc- tion . Critics will continue to argue as to the proper vehicle for such instruction - prose or verse . poets set out to represent " the true , the beautiful , and the good . " Which is the greater he ...
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... verses so much that he offered to have their author nominated for Congress on the Liberty party ticket an honor from which the latter shrank : " At all times I shall rejoice in the progress of true liberty , and in freedom from slavery ...
... verses so much that he offered to have their author nominated for Congress on the Liberty party ticket an honor from which the latter shrank : " At all times I shall rejoice in the progress of true liberty , and in freedom from slavery ...
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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!