Evangeline: A Tale of AcadieBogue, 1854 - 102 pages |
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... guides , and companions , Gabriel left the village , and took the road of the prairies . " BIRKET FOSTER . 70 XXXVIII . " Into this wonderful land , at the base of the Ozark Mountains , Gabriel far had entered , with hunters and ...
... guides , and companions , Gabriel left the village , and took the road of the prairies . " BIRKET FOSTER . 70 XXXVIII . " Into this wonderful land , at the base of the Ozark Mountains , Gabriel far had entered , with hunters and ...
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... fair Opelousas . With them Evangeline went , and her guide , the Father Felician . Onward o'er sunken sands , through a wilderness sombre with forests , H.V. ETELLY Day after day they glided adown the turbulent. EVANGELINE . 51.
... fair Opelousas . With them Evangeline went , and her guide , the Father Felician . Onward o'er sunken sands , through a wilderness sombre with forests , H.V. ETELLY Day after day they glided adown the turbulent. EVANGELINE . 51.
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... guide the revel of frenzied Bacchantes . Single notes were then heard , in sorrowful , low lamentation ; Till , having gathered them all , he flung them abroad in derision , As when , after a storm , a gust of wind through the tree ...
... guide the revel of frenzied Bacchantes . Single notes were then heard , in sorrowful , low lamentation ; Till , having gathered them all , he flung them abroad in derision , As when , after a storm , a gust of wind through the tree ...
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... guides through a wild and desolate country ; Till , at the little inn of the Spanish town of Adayes , Weary and worn , they alighted , and learned from the garrulous landlord , That on the day before , with horses and guides and ...
... guides through a wild and desolate country ; Till , at the little inn of the Spanish town of Adayes , Weary and worn , they alighted , and learned from the garrulous landlord , That on the day before , with horses and guides and ...
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... base of the Ozark Mountains , Gabriel far had entered , with hunters and trappers behind him . Day after day , with their Indian guides , the maiden and Basil Followed his flying steps , and thought each day to 72 EVANGELINE .
... base of the Ozark Mountains , Gabriel far had entered , with hunters and trappers behind him . Day after day , with their Indian guides , the maiden and Basil Followed his flying steps , and thought each day to 72 EVANGELINE .
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accents aloft anon answer art thou barns Basil the blacksmith beautiful behold blossom cattle cheer church darkness descended desert door Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart exile eyes face Father Felician flax FLEET STREET flocks forest French Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden hand heard heaven HENRY VIZETELLY herds herdsman hundred Indian inhabitants labour land light lips Loud maiden maize Majesty's Majesty's pleasure meadows meek Minas mingled morning neighbouring night notary notary public Nova Scotia numberless o'er oath of fidelity ocean Opelousas Ozark Mountains passed patient paused prairies priest prisoners province René Leblanc river roof rose shade shadow Shawnee shore silent Sister of Mercy slowly slumber smoke sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet tablets of stone thee thou thought Treaty of Utrecht Unto village of Grand-Pré voice wandered weary whispered WILLIAM LAMBERT woodland words
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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.