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Σελίδα viii
... repeated Loud , through the gusty streets , that all was well in the city , High at some lonely window he saw the light of her ... repeat Evangeline's story . " BIRKET FOSTER . 101 EVANGELINE . PART THE FIRST . B THIS is the viii LIST OF ...
... repeated Loud , through the gusty streets , that all was well in the city , High at some lonely window he saw the light of her ... repeat Evangeline's story . " BIRKET FOSTER . 101 EVANGELINE . PART THE FIRST . B THIS is the viii LIST OF ...
Σελίδα 32
... repeat it When his neighbours complained that any injustice was done them . " Once in an ancient city , whose name I no longer remember , Raised aloft on a column , a brazen statue of Justice Stood in the public square , upholding the ...
... repeat it When his neighbours complained that any injustice was done them . " Once in an ancient city , whose name I no longer remember , Raised aloft on a column , a brazen statue of Justice Stood in the public square , upholding the ...
Σελίδα 43
... repeat the prayer , ' O Father , forgive them ! ' Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us , Let us repeat it now , and say , ' O Father , forgive them ! ' ” Few were his words of rebuke , but deep in the hearts ...
... repeat the prayer , ' O Father , forgive them ! ' Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us , Let us repeat it now , and say , ' O Father , forgive them ! ' ” Few were his words of rebuke , but deep in the hearts ...
Σελίδα 44
... repeated his prayer , and said , " O Father , forgive them ! ” Then came the evening service . The tapers gleamed from the altar . Fervent and deep was the voice of the priest , and the people responded , Not with their lips alone , but ...
... repeated his prayer , and said , " O Father , forgive them ! ” Then came the evening service . The tapers gleamed from the altar . Fervent and deep was the voice of the priest , and the people responded , Not with their lips alone , but ...
Σελίδα 54
... of the burning village for funeral torches , But without bell or book , they buried the farmer of Grand - Pré . And as the voice of the priest repeated the service of sorrow , Lo ! with a mournful sound , like the voice 54 EVANGELINE .
... of the burning village for funeral torches , But without bell or book , they buried the farmer of Grand - Pré . And as the voice of the priest repeated the service of sorrow , Lo ! with a mournful sound , like the voice 54 EVANGELINE .
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Evangeline, a Tale [in Verse] Illustr. from Designs by J.E. Benham, B ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2018 |
Evangeline, a Tale [in Verse] Illustr. from Designs by J.E. Benham, B ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2018 |
Evangeline, a Tale [In Verse] Illustr. From Designs by J.E. Benham, B ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2022 |
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Acadian farmers Acadian peasants ACADIE accents aloft art thou barns Basil the blacksmith beautiful behold BENHAM BIRKET FOSTER blossom boat cattle cheer church churchyard darkness descended desert door Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart exile eyes face Father Felician flocks forest French Gabriel gazed gleamed golden green islands hand heard heaven herds horses hundred Indian inhabitants JANE JANE E JOHN GILBERT labour land light lips Loud maiden maize Majesty's Majesty's pleasure meadows meek Minas mingled moon morning neighbouring night notary notary public Nova Scotia numberless o'er oath of fidelity ocean Ozark Mountains passed patient paused plain-song prairies priest province René Leblanc river rose shade shadow shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet tablets of stone thee thou Treaty of Utrecht Unto voice waited wandered weary whispered woodland words
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 11 - 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 11 - 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 16 - France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child through long generations. But a celestial brightness — a more ethereal beauty — Shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession, Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Σελίδα 65 - Soon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devious waters, Which, like a network of steel, extended in every direction. Over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs of the cypress Met in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air Waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals.
Σελίδα 15 - But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance. Somewhat apart from the village, and nearer the Basin of Minas, Benedict Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer of Grand-Pre, Dwelt on his goodly acres ; and with him, directing his household, Gentle Evangeline lived, his child, and the pride of the village.
Σελίδα 97 - 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 13 - Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Σελίδα 42 - Vain was the hope of escape ; and cries and fierce imprecations 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.
Σελίδα 60 - Scattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the wind from the north-east Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of Newfoundland. Friendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered from city to city, From the cold lakes of the North to sultry Southern savannas, — From the bleak shores of the sea to the lands where the Father of Waters Seizes the hills in his hands, and drags them down to the ocean, Deep in their sands to bury the seattered bones of the mammoth.
Σελίδα 97 - Distant and soft on her ear fell the chimes from the belfry of Christ Church, While, intermingled with these, across the meadows were wafted Sounds of psalms, that were sung by the Swedes in their church at Wicaco. Soft as descending wings fell the calm of the hour on her spirit; Something within her said, "At length thy trials are ended;" 1330 And, with light in her looks, she entered the chambers of sickness.