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Acadian answer arms barns Basil beautiful behold blacksmith blossom built carried cattle church colonies darkness deep departed descended door effect English entered Evangeline eyes face fair farmer Father fell fire followed forest French Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden Government guides hand happy head heard heart heaven herds hope horses household hundred Indian inhabitants labour land leaves length light lips lived longer looked Loud maiden Majesty's meadows morning neighbouring night o'er ocean once orders passed Patience prairies priest prisoners province rest river roof rose round seemed shade shadow ships shore side silent slowly smile smoke sorrow soul sound spirit steps stood streets Suddenly suffer sunshine sweet thee things thou thought thousand tide Unto village voice waited walls wandered weary whispered whole wind young
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Page 1 - 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. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
Page 50 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart, of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Page 4 - 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 48 - 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. Friends they sought and homes ; and many, despairing, heart-broken, Asked of the earth but a grave, and no longer a friend nor a fireside. Written their history stands...
Page 84 - And, as the tides of the sea arise in the month of September, Flooding some silver stream, till it spreads to a lake in the meadow, So death flooded life, and, o'erflowing its natural margin. Spread to a brackish lake, the silver stream of existence. Wealth had no power to bribe, nor beauty to charm, the oppressor ; But all perished alike beneath the scourge of his anger ;— Only, alas ! the poor, who had neither friends nor attendants, Crept away to die in the almshouse, home of the homeless.
Page 2 - Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. 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? Where is the thatch-roofed 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...
Page 48 - Far asunder, on separate coasts, the Acadians landed ; 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...
Page 5 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!
Page 4 - 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 16 - Struggled together like foes in a burning city. Behind him, Nodding and mocking along the wall with gestures fantastic, Darted his own huge shadow, and vanished away into darkness. Faces, clumsily carved in oak, on the back of his armchair Laughed in the flickering light, and the pewter plates on the dresser Caught and reflected the flame, as shields of armies the sunshine.
Bibliographic information
| Title | Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie |
| Author | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| Illustrated by | Myles Birket Foster, Jane Benham Hay, John Gilbert |
| Edition | 5 |
| Publisher | D. Bogue, 1854 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 21 Nov 2007 |
| Length | 102 pages |
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