Evangeline: a tale [in verse]. |
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Σελίδα 28
... wall , with gesture fantastic , Darted his own huge shadow , and vanished away into darkness . Faces , clumsily carved in oak , on the back of his arm - chair , Laughed in the flickering light , and the pewter plates on the dresser ...
... wall , with gesture fantastic , Darted his own huge shadow , and vanished away into darkness . Faces , clumsily carved in oak , on the back of his arm - chair , Laughed in the flickering light , and the pewter plates on the dresser ...
Σελίδα 40
... walls the necklace of pearls was inwoven . " Silenced , but not convinced , when the story was ended , the blacksmith Stood like a man who fain would speak , but findeth no language ; And all his thoughts congealed into lines on his ...
... walls the necklace of pearls was inwoven . " Silenced , but not convinced , when the story was ended , the blacksmith Stood like a man who fain would speak , but findeth no language ; And all his thoughts congealed into lines on his ...
Σελίδα 70
... walls of heaven , and o'er the horizon Titan - like , stretches its hundred hands upon mountain and meadow , Seizing the rocks and the rivers , and piling huge shadows together . Broader and ever broader it gleamed on the roofs of the ...
... walls of heaven , and o'er the horizon Titan - like , stretches its hundred hands upon mountain and meadow , Seizing the rocks and the rivers , and piling huge shadows together . Broader and ever broader it gleamed on the roofs of the ...
Σελίδα 88
... walls of ancient cathedrals . Deathlike the silence seemed , and unbroken , save by the herons Home to their roosts in the cedar trees return- ing at sunset , Or by the owl , as he greeted the moon with demoniac laughter . Lovely the ...
... walls of ancient cathedrals . Deathlike the silence seemed , and unbroken , save by the herons Home to their roosts in the cedar trees return- ing at sunset , Or by the owl , as he greeted the moon with demoniac laughter . Lovely the ...
Σελίδα 96
... walls of the forest . They who dwell there have named it the Eden of Louisiana . " And with these words of cheer they arose and continued their journey . Softly the evening came . The sun from the western horizon Like a magician ...
... walls of the forest . They who dwell there have named it the Eden of Louisiana . " And with these words of cheer they arose and continued their journey . Softly the evening came . The sun from the western horizon Like a magician ...
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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...