Evangeline: A Tale of AcadieW. D. Ticknor & Company, 1848 - 163 pages |
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... joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her 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 18 EVANGELINE ,
... joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village , Bolder grew , and pressed her 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 18 EVANGELINE ,
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... Gabriel only was welcome ; Gabriel Lajeunesse , the son of Basil the black- smith , Who was a mighty man in the village , and hon- ored of all men ; For since the birth of time , throughout all ages and nations , Has the craft of the ...
... Gabriel only was welcome ; Gabriel Lajeunesse , the son of Basil the black- smith , Who was a mighty man in the village , and hon- ored of all men ; For since the birth of time , throughout all ages and nations , Has the craft of the ...
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... Gabriel , son of the blacksmith ! So passed the morning away . And lo ! with a summons sonorous Sounded the bell from its tower , and over the meadows a drum beat . Thronged ere long was the church with men . Without , in the churchyard ...
... Gabriel , son of the blacksmith ! So passed the morning away . And lo ! with a summons sonorous Sounded the bell from its tower , and over the meadows a drum beat . Thronged ere long was the church with men . Without , in the churchyard ...
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... Evangeline lingered . All was silent within ; and in vain at the door and the windows Stood she , and listened and looked , until , over- come by emotion , " Gabriel ! " cried she aloud with tremulous voice 62 EVANGELINE .
... Evangeline lingered . All was silent within ; and in vain at the door and the windows Stood she , and listened and looked , until , over- come by emotion , " Gabriel ! " cried she aloud with tremulous voice 62 EVANGELINE .
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A Tale of Acadie Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. " Gabriel ! " cried she aloud with tremulous voice ; but no answer Came from the graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living . Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless ...
A Tale of Acadie Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. " Gabriel ! " cried she aloud with tremulous voice ; but no answer Came from the graves of the dead , nor the gloomier grave of the living . Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless ...
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Acadian peasants accents almshouse aloft anon answer art thou ascended Basil the blacksmith beauty behold Bellefontaine blossoms boat cheer darkness descended desert door Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face Father Felician Filled flax flocks flowers footsteps Gabriel garden gazed geline gleamed glided golden hand heard heaven herds herdsman kirtles labor land Laughed light lips Loud maiden maize meadows meek MINERALOGY moon morning neighbouring night notary notary public numberless o'er oars ocean odor Opelousas Ozark Mountains passed patient paused POEMS Port Royal prairies price 25 price 50 cents priest river roof rose seemed shade shadow Shawnee shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smile snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet thee thou thought tide tremulous Unto village voice volume waited wander weary whispered WILLIAM D WILLIAM MOTHERWELL wind woodlands words
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Page 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.
Page 15 - ... 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, 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...
Page 156 - 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 59 - 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!
Page 84 - 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 10 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.
Page 158 - 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.
Page 58 - Lo! the door of the chancel opened, and Father Felician Entered, with serious mien, and ascended the steps of the altar. Raising his reverend hand, with a gesture he awed into silence All that clamorous throng; and thus he spake to his people; Deep were his tones and solemn,- in accents measured and mournful Spake he, as, after the tocsin's alarum, distinctly the clock strikes.
Page 162 - In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and...
Page 118 - All the year round the orange-groves are in blossom ; and grass grows More in a single night than a whole Canadian summer. Here, too, numberless herds run wild and unclaimed in the prairies ; Here, too, lands may be had for the asking, and forests of timber With a few blows of the axe are hewn and framed into houses.
Page 85 - 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...