EvangelineMacmillan, 1902 - 137 pages |
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... Voices of the Night ( 1839 ) . Into this volume Longfellow inserted poems lately published in the magazines , such earlier verses as he wished to preserve , and a number of translations . It was a belated publication . Most poets have ...
... Voices of the Night ( 1839 ) . Into this volume Longfellow inserted poems lately published in the magazines , such earlier verses as he wished to preserve , and a number of translations . It was a belated publication . Most poets have ...
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... voices of the air , and dream away his time with the heroes of the legends he had read . Spring suggests the renewal of youth . A genuine lotus - eater was Longfellow . But does not the " fearful wintry blast " succeed " soft rays of ...
... voices of the air , and dream away his time with the heroes of the legends he had read . Spring suggests the renewal of youth . A genuine lotus - eater was Longfellow . But does not the " fearful wintry blast " succeed " soft rays of ...
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... voices sad and pro- phetic , Stand like harpers hoar , with beards that rest on their bosoms . Loud from its rocky ... voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch - roofed village , the home of Aca- dian farmers , - Men whose lives ...
... voices sad and pro- phetic , Stand like harpers hoar , with beards that rest on their bosoms . Loud from its rocky ... voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch - roofed village , the home of Aca- dian farmers , - Men whose lives ...
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... Voice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter . Bursting with hay were the barns , themselves a vil- lage . In each one Far o'er the gable projected a roof of thatch ; and a staircase , Under the sheltering eaves , led up to ...
... Voice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter . Bursting with hay were the barns , themselves a vil- lage . In each one Far o'er the gable projected a roof of thatch ; and a staircase , Under the sheltering eaves , led up to ...
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... Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of pigeons , 165 All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love , and the great sun Looked with the eye of love ...
... Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farm - yards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of pigeons , 165 All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love , and the great sun Looked with the eye of love ...
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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!