Evangeline: a Tale of AcadiaRoutledge, 1878 - 95 pages |
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... soul , as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment . And as she gazed from the window she saw serenely the moon pass Forth from the folds of a cloud , and one star follow ...
... soul , as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight Flitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment . And as she gazed from the window she saw serenely the moon pass Forth from the folds of a cloud , and one star follow ...
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... responded , Not with their lips alone , but their hearts ; and the Ave Maria Sang they , and fell on their knees , and their souls , with devotion translated , Rose on the ardor of prayer , like Elijah ascending 36 Evangeline .
... responded , Not with their lips alone , but their hearts ; and the Ave Maria Sang they , and fell on their knees , and their souls , with devotion translated , Rose on the ardor of prayer , like Elijah ascending 36 Evangeline .
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... soul a fragrance celestial ascended , - Charity , meekness , love , and hope , and forgiveness , and patience ! Then , all forgetful of self , she wandered into the village , Cheering with looks and words the disconsolate hearts of the ...
... soul a fragrance celestial ascended , - Charity , meekness , love , and hope , and forgiveness , and patience ! Then , all forgetful of self , she wandered into the village , Cheering with looks and words the disconsolate hearts of the ...
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... soul , and she peacefully slumbered till morning . V. FOUR times the sun had risen and set ; and now on the fifth day Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm - house . Soon o'er the yellow fields , in silent and ...
... soul , and she peacefully slumbered till morning . V. FOUR times the sun had risen and set ; and now on the fifth day Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm - house . Soon o'er the yellow fields , in silent and ...
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... soul had departed . Slowly the priest uplifted the lifeless head , and the maiden Knelt at her father's side , and wailed aloud in her terror . Then in a swoon she sank , and lay with her head on his bosom . Through the long night she ...
... soul had departed . Slowly the priest uplifted the lifeless head , and the maiden Knelt at her father's side , and wailed aloud in her terror . Then in a swoon she sank , and lay with her head on his bosom . Through the long night she ...
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Acadian farmers Acadian peasants accents aloft anchorite anon answer art thou ascending barns Basil the blacksmith beauty behold Bellefontaine Benedict blossom boat Camanches cattle cheer darkness descended desert door Druids embers Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face farm-yard Fata Morgana Father Felician filled flocks flying steps friends Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden hand HARVARD COLLEGE heard heaven herds herdsman horses labor land Laughed light lips loud maiden maize meadows meek midst moon moonlight morning night notary notary public numberless o'er ocean Opelousas Ozark Mountains passed patience paused prairies priest riderless horses river roof rose seemed shade shadow Shawnee shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile smoke snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit stairs sunshine sweet tale thee thou thought tide Unto village of Grand-Pré voice waited wander weary whispered wind woodland words
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Page 5 - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Page 28 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Page 10 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, 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.
Page 91 - Still stands the forest primeval ; but under the shade of its branches 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...
Page 35 - Rang through the house of prayer; and high o'er the heads of the others Rose, with his arms uplifted, the figure of Basil the blacksmith, As, on a stormy sea, a spar is tossed by the billows. Flushed was his face and distorted with passion; and wildly he shouted, — "Down with the tyrants of England ! we never have sworn them allegiance! Death to these foreign soldiers, who seize on our homes and our harvests!
Page 8 - Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain, and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic 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 chestnut, Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries.
Page 10 - When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale. ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air> as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them...
Page 6 - 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...
Page 84 - 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 62 - That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen. Plaintive at first were the tones and sad ; then soaring to madness Seemed they to follow or guide the revel of frenzied Bacchantes. Single notes were then heard, in sorrowful, low lamentation ; Till, having gathered them all, he flung them abroad in derision, As when, after a storm, a gust of wind through the tree-tops Shakes down the rattling rain in a crystal shower on the branches.