Evangeline: a tale [in verse]. |
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Σελίδα 8
... village , the home of 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 far- mers for ever ...
... village , the home of 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 far- mers for ever ...
Σελίδα 10
... village of Grand - Pré Lay in the fruitful valley . Vast meadows stretched to the eastward , Giving the village its name , and pasture to flocks without number . Dikes , that the hands of the farmers had raised with labour incessant ...
... village of Grand - Pré Lay in the fruitful valley . Vast meadows stretched to the eastward , Giving the village its name , and pasture to flocks without number . Dikes , that the hands of the farmers had raised with labour incessant ...
Σελίδα 11
... village . Strongly built were the houses , with frames of oak and chestnut , Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries . Thatched were the roofs , with dormer - windows ; and gables projecting Over the basement ...
... village . Strongly built were the houses , with frames of oak and chestnut , Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries . Thatched were the roofs , with dormer - windows ; and gables projecting Over the basement ...
Σελίδα 12
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 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 spin- ning the golden Flax for the ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 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 spin- ning the golden Flax for the ...
Σελίδα 13
... the poorest lived in abundance . Somewhat apart from the village , and near- er the Basin of Minas , Benedict Bellefontaine , the wealthiest farmer Grand - Pré , Dwelt on his goodly acres ; and with him , EVANGELINE . 13.
... the poorest lived in abundance . Somewhat apart from the village , and near- er the Basin of Minas , Benedict Bellefontaine , the wealthiest farmer Grand - Pré , Dwelt on his goodly acres ; and with him , EVANGELINE . 13.
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Acadian Acadie accents aloft anon answer art thou Author of Voices barns Basil the blacksmith beauty behold BELFRY OF BRUGES blossom cattle cheer darkness descended desert door dwellings Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart Executive Government exile eyes face farm-yard farmer Father Felician flocks flowers footsteps forest Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden Government of France hand heard heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW herds herdsman horses Hyperion labour LAMARTINE land LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS light lips LONGFELLOW'S Loud maiden meadows meek morning myste neighbouring night notary notary public o'er ocean Ozark mountains passed Patience paused POEMS prairies priest river roofs rose sang shade shadow ships shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber snow-white sorrow soul sound spake sunshine Super-royal 32mo sweet tale thee thou thought tide Unto village of Grand-Pré waited wander weary whispered wind woodlands words
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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 56 - Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgiveness? This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred? Lo! where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you! See! in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion! Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!
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 151 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Σελίδα 15 - When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Σελίδα 137 - Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended. Each succeeding year stole something away from her beauty, Leaving behind it, broader and deeper, the gloom and the shadow. Then there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead, Dawn of another life, that broke o'er her earthly horizon, As in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning.
Σελίδα 53 - Prisoners now I declare you, for such is his Majesty's pleasure!" As, when the air is serene in the sultry solstice of summer, Suddenly gathers a storm, and the deadly sling of the hailstones Beats down the farmer's corn in the field, and shatters his windows. Hiding the sun, and strewing the ground with thatch from the house-roofs...
Σελίδα 78 - Scattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the wind from the northeast 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 scattered bones of the mammoth.
Σελίδα 21 - Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters, Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the swallow Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow!
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...