Evangeline: a tale [in verse]. |
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... Voices of the Night , " " Evangeline , " & c . , & c . " Look not mournfully into the past , it comes not back again . Wisely improve the present . It is thine . Go forth into the shadowy future , without fear and with a manly heart ...
... Voices of the Night , " " Evangeline , " & c . , & c . " Look not mournfully into the past , it comes not back again . Wisely improve the present . It is thine . Go forth into the shadowy future , without fear and with a manly heart ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A TALE OF ACADIE . BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . AUTHOR OF THE " VOICES OF THE NIGHT " LONDON : GEORGE SLATER , 252 , STRAND . 1849 INTRODUCTION . So much of the charm of Evangeline is EVANGELINE :
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A TALE OF ACADIE . BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . AUTHOR OF THE " VOICES OF THE NIGHT " LONDON : GEORGE SLATER , 252 , STRAND . 1849 INTRODUCTION . So much of the charm of Evangeline is EVANGELINE :
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... voices sad and prophetic ; Stand like harpers hoar , with beards that rest on their bosoms . Loud from its rocky caverns , the deep - voiced neigbouring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest . This is ...
... voices sad and prophetic ; Stand like harpers hoar , with beards that rest on their bosoms . Loud from its rocky caverns , the deep - voiced neigbouring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest . This is ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... Voice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter . Bursting with hay were the barns , themselves a village . In each one Far o'er the gable projected a roof of thatch and a staircase , Under the sheltering eaves , led up to the ...
... Voice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter . Bursting with hay were the barns , themselves a village . In each one Far o'er the gable projected a roof of thatch and a staircase , Under the sheltering eaves , led up to the ...
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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...