Evangeline, a Tale of AcadieVan Cleve-Andrews Company, 1895 - 98 σελίδες |
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Acadian peasants ACADIE accents almshouse aloft anon answer art thou barns Basil the blacksmith beauty behold Bellefontaine blossom boat boatmen cattle cheer churchyard darkness descended desert door Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face farm-yard farmer of Grand-Pré Father Felician fiddle filled flax flocks footsteps Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden green islands hand heard heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW herds herdsman kirtles labor land Laughed light lips Loud maiden maize meadows meek moon morning neighboring night notary notary public numberless o'er oars ocean odor Opelousas Ozark Mountains passed patient paused Port Royal prairies priest river roof rose shade shadow Shawnee shore silent slowly slumber smile smoke snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit Suddenly sunshine sweet tankard thee thou thought tide tremulous Unto village of Grand-Pré voice waited wandered weary whispered wigwam wind woodlands words
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Σελίδα 5 - 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 9 - 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. There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village. Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of chestnut, Such as the peasants of Normandy...
Σελίδα 93 - And, with light in her looks, she entered the chambers of sickness. Noiselessly moved about the assiduous, careful attendants, Moistening the feverish lip and the aching brow, and in silence Closing the sightless eyes of the dead, and concealing their faces, Where on their pallets they lay, like drifts of snow by the roadside.
Σελίδα 53 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Σελίδα 65 - 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 55 - Far down the Beautiful River, Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash, Into the golden stream of the broad and swift Mississippi, Floated a cumbrous boat, that was rowed by Acadian boatmen. It was a band of exiles : a raft, as it were, from the shipwrecked Nation, scattered along the coast, now floating together...
Σελίδα 6 - Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven? Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed! Scattered like dust and leaves, when the 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 village of Grand Pre.
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 94 - 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 84 - Let us go to the Mission, for there good tidings await us!" Thither they turned their steeds; and behind a spur of the mountains Just as the sun went down, they heard a murmur of voices And in a meadow green and broad, by the bank of a river, • Saw the tents of the Christians, the tents of the Jesuit Mission.