Evangeline: a tale [in verse]. |
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... hundred and fifty - five houses , as many barns , eleven mills , and one church were destroyed . Ships were in readiness to convey the persecuted Acadians to different parts of the Con- tinent , to Louisiana , to French Guiana in South ...
... hundred and fifty - five houses , as many barns , eleven mills , and one church were destroyed . Ships were in readiness to convey the persecuted Acadians to different parts of the Con- tinent , to Louisiana , to French Guiana in South ...
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... hundreds of the most considerable of the men of the settlement . " In con- sequence of their earnest entreaties , the ... hundred and sixty in number , were ordered to go on board the vessels . They refused to do this , unless their ...
... hundreds of the most considerable of the men of the settlement . " In con- sequence of their earnest entreaties , the ... hundred and sixty in number , were ordered to go on board the vessels . They refused to do this , unless their ...
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... hundred and fifty grandchildren : these were em- barked in different vessels , and scattered in different provinces . The unfortunate old man was set ashore in New York , with his wife , and the two youngest of their children . Love for ...
... hundred and fifty grandchildren : these were em- barked in different vessels , and scattered in different provinces . The unfortunate old man was set ashore in New York , with his wife , and the two youngest of their children . Love for ...
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... hundred hearths , the homes of peace and contentment . Thus dwelt together in love these simple Aca- dian farmers , Dwelt in the love of God and man . Alike were they free from Fear , that reigns with the tyrant , and envy , the vice of ...
... hundred hearths , the homes of peace and contentment . Thus dwelt together in love these simple Aca- dian farmers , Dwelt in the love of God and man . Alike were they free from Fear , that reigns with the tyrant , and envy , the vice of ...
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... hundred Children's children rode on his knee , and heard his great watch tick . Four long years in the times of the war had he lanquished a captive . Suffering much in an old French fort as the friend EVANGELINE . 35.
... hundred Children's children rode on his knee , and heard his great watch tick . Four long years in the times of the war had he lanquished a captive . Suffering much in an old French fort as the friend EVANGELINE . 35.
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Acadian Acadie accents aloft anon answer art thou ascended barns Basil the blacksmith beauty behold blossom boat cattle cheer churchyard darkness descended desert door dwellings Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart exile eyes face farm-yard farmer Father Felician Filled flax flocks flowers footsteps forest FREDERIKA BREMER Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden hand Happy Valley heard heaven HENRY W herds herdsman labour land light lips Loud maiden maize meadows meek morning mournful myste neighbouring night notary notary public Nova Scotia o'er ocean Opelousas Ozark mountains passed Patience paused Port Royal prairies priest river roofs rose sang shade shadow Shawnee ships shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smoke snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet tale thee thou thought tide Unto Vathek village of Grand-Pré voice waited wander weary whispered wind woodlands words
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Page 147 - Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered, Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.
Page 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?
Page 150 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Page 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.
Page 11 - 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.
Page 13 - Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Page 93 - Swinging from its great arms, the trumpetflower and the grapevine Hung their ladder of ropes aloft like the ladder of Jacob, On whose pendulous stairs the angels ascending, descending, Were the swift humming-birds, that flitted from blossom to blossom. Such was the vision Evangeline saw as she slumbered beneath it. Filled was her heart with love, and the dawn of an opening heaven Lighted her soul in sleep with the glory of regions celestial.
Page 11 - There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset 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 spinning the golden Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sounds with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens.
Page 52 - You are convened this day," he said, " by his Majesty's orders. Clement and kind has he been ; but how you have answered his kindness, Let your own hearts reply ! To my natural make and my temper Painful the task is I do, which to you I know must be grievous.
Page 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...