Evangeline, a Tale of AcadieT. Y Crowell, 1893 - 181 σελίδες The poem follows an Acadian girl named Evangeline and her search for her lost love Gabriel, set during the time of the Expulsion of the Acadians. |
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Σελίδα 1
... on their bosoms . Loud from its rocky caverns , the deep - voiced neighboring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest . This is the forest primeval ; but where are the EVANGELINE. ...
... on their bosoms . Loud from its rocky caverns , the deep - voiced neighboring ocean Speaks , and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest . This is the forest primeval ; but where are the EVANGELINE. ...
Σελίδα 2
... mighty blasts of October Seize them , and whirl them aloft , and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean . Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful vil- lage of Grand - Pré . Ye who believe in affection that hopes , and endures 2 EVANGELINE ,
... mighty blasts of October Seize them , and whirl them aloft , and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean . Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful vil- lage of Grand - Pré . Ye who believe in affection that hopes , and endures 2 EVANGELINE ,
Σελίδα 22
... ocean Was for a moment consoled . All sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farmyards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of pigeons , All were subdued and low as the ...
... ocean Was for a moment consoled . All sounds were in harmony blended . Voices of children at play , the crowing of cocks in the farmyards , Whir of wings in the drowsy air , and the cooing of pigeons , All were subdued and low as the ...
Σελίδα 32
... ocean , Than were our fathers in forts , besieged by the enemy's cannon . Fear no evil , my friend , and to - night may no shadow of sorrow Fall on this house and hearth ; for this is the night of the contract . Built are the house and ...
... ocean , Than were our fathers in forts , besieged by the enemy's cannon . Fear no evil , my friend , and to - night may no shadow of sorrow Fall on this house and hearth ; for this is the night of the contract . Built are the house and ...
Σελίδα 34
... ocean , Bent but not broken , by age was the form of the notary public ; Shocks of yellow hair , like the silken floss of the maize , hung Over his shoulders ; his forehead was high ; and glasses with horn bows Sat astride on his nose ...
... ocean , Bent but not broken , by age was the form of the notary public ; Shocks of yellow hair , like the silken floss of the maize , hung Over his shoulders ; his forehead was high ; and glasses with horn bows Sat astride on his nose ...
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Acadian ACADIE Alexander Everett aloft barns Basil the blacksmith beautiful behold boat cattle cheer church darkness delightful descended desert diary English Evangeline Evangeline's heart exile eyes face farmer father filled flocks flowers forest French Gabriel gleamed golden Golden Legend Grand-Pré hand heard heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW herds Hexameter hundred Indians Kalevala labor land light lips lived Longfellow loud maiden Majesty's meadows morning neighboring night notary Nova Scotia o'er ocean Ozark Mountains passed Peleg Wadsworth pleasant poem poetry Portland prairies Pré priest province René Leblanc river roof rose seemed shade shadow shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly smoke song sorrow soul sound spake Spanish Stephen Longfellow stood stream sunshine sweet thee thou thought thousand tides Treaty of Utrecht unto verse village voice Wadsworth wander weary whispered wind woodlands words wrote Zilpah
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Σελίδα 15 - ... 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, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from 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...
Σελίδα 2 - 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 148 - So are wont to be changed the faces of those who are dying. Hot and red on his lips still burned the flush of the fever, As if life, like the Hebrew, with blood had besprinkled its portals, That the Angel of Death might see the sign, and pass over. Motionless, senseless, dying, he lay, and his spirit exhausted Seemed to be sinking down through infinite depths in the darkness, Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.
Σελίδα xxxiv - Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen. Plaintive at first were the tones and sad; then soaring to madness Seemed they to follow or guide the revel of frenzied Bacchantes. Single notes were then heard, in sorrowful, low lamentation; Till, having gathered them all, he flung them...
Σελίδα 147 - 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 9 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
Σελίδα xxiv - Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
Σελίδα 14 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the way-side, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noon-tide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden.
Σελίδα 54 - I know must be grievous. Yet must I bow and obey, and deliver the will of our monarch ; Namely, that all your lands, and dwellings, and cattle of all kinds Forfeited be to the crown; and that you yourselves from this province Be transported to other lands. God grant you may dwell there Ever as faithful subjects, a happy and peaceable people ! Prisoners now I declare you ; for such is his Majesty's pleasure...
Σελίδα 83 - Long among them was seen a maiden who waited and wandered, Lowly and meek in spirit, and patiently suffering all things. Fair was she and young ; but, alas ! before her extended, Dreary and vast and silent, the desert of life...