Evangeline: a tale [in verse]. |
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Σελίδα iii
... French , respecting the territorial limits of both parties ; the region about Hudson's Bay , and the province of ... French popu- lation . When these good people found their country yielded to England , and themselves no longer subjects ...
... French , respecting the territorial limits of both parties ; the region about Hudson's Bay , and the province of ... French popu- lation . When these good people found their country yielded to England , and themselves no longer subjects ...
Σελίδα iv
... French and English were hostile to each other , and they dreaded to be compelled , some time or other , to take up ... French . as they were called , might become dangerous to their in- terests by taking part with the Canadian French ...
... French and English were hostile to each other , and they dreaded to be compelled , some time or other , to take up ... French . as they were called , might become dangerous to their in- terests by taking part with the Canadian French ...
Σελίδα 35
... and more than a hundred Children's children rode on his knee , and heard his great watch tick . Four long years in the times of the war had he lanquished a captive . Suffering much in an old French fort as the friend EVANGELINE . 35.
... and more than a hundred Children's children rode on his knee , and heard his great watch tick . Four long years in the times of the war had he lanquished a captive . Suffering much in an old French fort as the friend EVANGELINE . 35.
Σελίδα 36
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Suffering much in an old French fort as the friend of the English . Now , though warier grown , without all guile or suspicion , Ripe in wisdom was me , but patient , and sim- ple , and childlike . He was ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Suffering much in an old French fort as the friend of the English . Now , though warier grown , without all guile or suspicion , Ripe in wisdom was me , but patient , and sim- ple , and childlike . He was ...
Σελίδα 38
... French fort at Port Royal . " This was the old man's favourite tale , and he loved to repeat it Whenever neighbours complained that any injustice was done them . " Once in an ancient city , whose name I no longer remember , Raised aloft ...
... French fort at Port Royal . " This was the old man's favourite tale , and he loved to repeat it Whenever neighbours complained that any injustice was done them . " Once in an ancient city , whose name I no longer remember , Raised aloft ...
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Acadian Acadie accents aloft anon answer art thou ascended barns Basil the blacksmith beauty behold blossom boat cattle cheer churchyard darkness descended desert door dwellings Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart exile eyes face farm-yard farmer Father Felician Filled flax flocks flowers footsteps forest FREDERIKA BREMER Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden hand Happy Valley heard heaven HENRY W herds herdsman labour land light lips Loud maiden maize meadows meek morning mournful myste neighbouring night notary notary public Nova Scotia o'er ocean Opelousas Ozark mountains passed Patience paused Port Royal prairies priest river roofs rose sang shade shadow Shawnee ships shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smoke snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet tale thee thou thought tide Unto Vathek village of Grand-Pré voice waited wander weary whispered wind woodlands words
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Σελίδα 147 - Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered, Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.
Σελίδα 8 - 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 150 - 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 7 - 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.
Σελίδα 11 - West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields 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.
Σελίδα 13 - 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 93 - Swinging from its great arms, the trumpetflower and the grapevine Hung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder of Jacob, On whose pendulous stairs the angels ascending, descending, Were the swift humming-birds, that flitted from blossom to blossom. Such was the vision Evangeline saw as she slumbered beneath it. Filled was her heart with love, and the dawn of an opening heaven Lighted her soul in sleep with the glory of regions celestial.
Σελίδα 11 - There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset Lighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on the chimneys, Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sounds with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens.
Σελίδα 52 - You are convened this day," he said, " by his Majesty's orders. Clement and kind has he been ; but how you have answered his kindness, Let your own hearts reply ! To my natural make and my temper Painful the task is I do, which to you I know must be grievous.
Σελίδα 15 - 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...