Poems, Τόμος 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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Σελίδα 9
... hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance EVANGELINE .
... hear the sound of her footsteps , Knew not which beat the louder , his heart or the knocker of iron ; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her hand in the dance EVANGELINE .
Σελίδα 12
... heart of the ocean Was for a moment consoled . All sounds were in harmony blended . 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 , All were subdued ...
... heart of the ocean Was for a moment consoled . All sounds were in harmony blended . 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 , All were subdued ...
Σελίδα 32
... heart of the Saviour ! O inexhaustible fountain ! Fill our hearts this day with strength and submis- sion and patience ! " Then the old men , as they marched , and the women that stood by the way - side Joined in the sacred psalm , and ...
... heart of the Saviour ! O inexhaustible fountain ! Fill our hearts this day with strength and submis- sion and patience ! " Then the old men , as they marched , and the women that stood by the way - side Joined in the sacred psalm , and ...
Σελίδα 33
... heart in his bosom . But with a smile and a sigh , she clasped his neck and embraced him , Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not . Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth moved on that mournful procession . There ...
... heart in his bosom . But with a smile and a sigh , she clasped his neck and embraced him , Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not . Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth moved on that mournful procession . There ...
Σελίδα 35
... heart was full , and his accents Faltered and paused on his lips , as the feet of a child on a threshold , Hushed by the scene he beholds , and the awful presence of sorrow . Silently , therefore , he laid his hand on the head of the ...
... heart was full , and his accents Faltered and paused on his lips , as the feet of a child on a threshold , Hushed by the scene he beholds , and the awful presence of sorrow . Silently , therefore , he laid his hand on the head of the ...
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Acadian answered arrows beauty beaver behold beneath Big-Sea-Water birds breath canoe Chibiabos corn-fields cried Dacotahs darkness daughter dead deer deer-skin doorway ELSIE Evangeline eyes face father fell Filled flowers forest garments gazed Gitche Gitche Gumee gleaming guests hand hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Homeward Iagoo John Alden Kenabeek Kwasind lakes land Laughing Water leaped light listen little Hiawatha lodge look LUCIFER magic maiden maize Manito meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis Nahma night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Pau-Puk-Keewis pine-trees prairie PRINCE HENRY Priscilla river rose round rushing sailing Sang shadows shining shouted sighing silent singing slowly song Song of Hiawatha sorrow sound spake Spirit Star stood sunshine sweet thee thou tresses unto URSULA village voice Wabasso wampum war-club warriors Wenonah West-Wind whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words yellow youth
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Σελίδα 3 - 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?
Σελίδα 69 - ... delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still ree'cho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Σελίδα 278 - Thus the Birch Canoe was builded In the valley, by the river, In the bosom of the forest ; And the forest's life was in it, All its mystery and its magic, All the lightness of the birch-tree, All the toughness of the cedar, All the larch's supple sinews ; And it floated on the river Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily.
Σελίδα 7 - 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. Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Σελίδα 74 - 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.
Σελίδα 71 - 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.
Σελίδα 11 - Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters, Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the swallow Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow!
Σελίδα 75 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Σελίδα 28 - Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgiveness ? This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred ? Lo ! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you ! See ! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion ! Hark ! how those lips still repeat the prayer,
Σελίδα 276 - Lay aside your white-skin wrapper, For the Summer-time is coming, And the sun is warm in heaven, And you need no white-skin wrapper...