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" isso Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed.... "
American Poems: Longfellow: Whittier: Bryant: Holmes: Lowell: Emerson - Page 99
by Horace Elisha Scudder - 1894 - 453 pages
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Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 182 pages
...the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, " Father, I thank thee ! " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer...
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Evangeline: a tale [in verse].

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 176 pages
...lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, « Father, I thank thee!" STII.I stands the forest primeval; but far away from its...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where their* are at rest and for ever, Thousands of aching brains where...
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Massachusetts Quarterly Review, Volume 1

1848 - 544 pages
...crosses and tombstones, He was already at rest, and she longed to slumber beside him." —p. 84 - 86. " STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from...lovers are sleeping, Under the humble walls of the Tittle Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides...
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Massachusetts Quarterly Review, Volume 1

1848 - 544 pages
...crosses and tombstones, He was already at rest, and she longed to slumber beside him." —p. 84 - 86. " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from...lovers are sleeping, Under the humble walls of the Tittle Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides...
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The Yale Literary Magazine, Volume 13

1848 - 468 pages
...pressed his lifeless head to her aching bosom, murmuring, " Father, I thank Thee !" And now within the walls of the little Catholic churchyard in the heart of the city, the wearied lovers are sleeping side by side, unknown and unnoticed. " Daily the tides of life go ebbing...
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Evangeline: a tale [in verse].

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1849 - 170 pages
...the lifeless head to her bosom, Meeldy she bowed her own, and murmured, "Father, I thank thee!" STILI stands the forest primeval; but far away from its...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs Thousands of aching brains where theirs no longer are busy,...
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Poems, Volume 2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 476 pages
...the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, " Father, I thank thee ! " Still stands the forest primeval ; but far away from...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are Thousands of aching brains, where theirs r»* longer...
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Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 124 pages
...pain, and constant anguish of patience! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and for ever, Thousands of aching brains, where...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 pages
...more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, " Father, I thank thee!" STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and for ever ; Thousands of aching brains,...
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The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 1

1851 - 788 pages
...On the pallet before her was stretched the form of an old man. ' Gabriel IO my beloved!' • * • Still stands the forest primeval; but, far away from...in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs...
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