Evangeline: a Tale of AcadiaRoutledge, 1878 - 95 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 12
... hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love , that seemed a part of the music . But , among all who came , young Gabriel only was welcome ; Gabriel Lajeunesse , the son of Basil the black- smith 12 Evangeline .
... hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love , that seemed a part of the music . But , among all who came , young Gabriel only was welcome ; Gabriel Lajeunesse , the son of Basil the black- smith 12 Evangeline .
Σελίδα 13
... Basil was Benedict's friend . Their children from earliest childhood Grew up together as brother and sister ; and Father Felician , Priest and pedagogue both in the village , had taught them their letters Out of the self - same book ...
... Basil was Benedict's friend . Their children from earliest childhood Grew up together as brother and sister ; and Father Felician , Priest and pedagogue both in the village , had taught them their letters Out of the self - same book ...
Σελίδα 19
... Basil the blacksmith , And by her beating heart Evangeline knew who was with him . " Welcome ! " the farmer exclaimed , as their foot- steps paused on the threshold , " Welcome , Basil , my friend ! Come , take thy place on the settle ...
... Basil the blacksmith , And by her beating heart Evangeline knew who was with him . " Welcome ! " the farmer exclaimed , as their foot- steps paused on the threshold , " Welcome , Basil , my friend ! Come , take thy place on the settle ...
Σελίδα 24
... Basil the blacksmith , Knocked from his pipe the ashes , and slowly extending his right hand , " Father Leblanc , " he exclaimed , " thou hast heard the talk in the village , And , perchance , canst tell us some news of these ships and ...
... Basil the blacksmith , Knocked from his pipe the ashes , and slowly extending his right hand , " Father Leblanc , " he exclaimed , " thou hast heard the talk in the village , And , perchance , canst tell us some news of these ships and ...
Σελίδα 31
... Basil the blacksmith . Not far withdrawn from these , by the cider - press and the beehives , Michael the fiddler was placed , with the gayest of hearts and of waistcoats . Shadow and light from the leaves alternately played on his snow ...
... Basil the blacksmith . Not far withdrawn from these , by the cider - press and the beehives , Michael the fiddler was placed , with the gayest of hearts and of waistcoats . Shadow and light from the leaves alternately played on his snow ...
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EVANGELINE A TALE OF ACADIA Henry Wadsworth 1807-1882 Longfellow Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2016 |
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Acadian farmers Acadian peasants accents aloft anchorite anon answer art thou ascending barns Basil the blacksmith beauty behold Bellefontaine Benedict blossom boat Camanches cattle cheer darkness descended desert door Druids embers Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face farm-yard Fata Morgana Father Felician filled flocks flying steps friends Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden hand HARVARD COLLEGE heard heaven herds herdsman horses labor land Laughed light lips loud maiden maize meadows meek midst moon moonlight morning night notary notary public numberless o'er ocean Opelousas Ozark Mountains passed patience paused prairies priest riderless horses river roof rose seemed shade shadow Shawnee shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile smoke snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit stairs sunshine sweet tale thee thou thought tide Unto village of Grand-Pré voice waited wander weary whispered wind woodland words
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Σελίδα 5 - 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 28 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Σελίδα 10 - 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.
Σελίδα 91 - Still stands the forest primeval ; but under the shade of its branches Dwells another race, with other customs and language. Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic Linger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom. In the fisherman's Cot the wheel and the loom are still busy ; Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles of homespun, And by the evening fire repeat Evangeline's story, While from its rocky caverns...
Σελίδα 35 - 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. Flushed was his face and distorted with passion; and wildly he shouted, — "Down with the tyrants of England ! we never have sworn them allegiance! Death to these foreign soldiers, who seize on our homes and our harvests!
Σελίδα 8 - 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 built in the reign of the Henries.
Σελίδα 10 - When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale. ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. 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...
Σελίδα 6 - 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 those pleasant farms, and the farmers...
Σελίδα 84 - Patience and abnegation of self, and devotion to others, This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her. So was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spices. Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma. Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.
Σελίδα 62 - 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 abroad in derision, As when, after a storm, a gust of wind through the tree-tops Shakes down the rattling rain in a crystal shower on the branches.