Evangeline: A Tale of AcadieTicknor and Fields, 1854 - 163 pages |
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... guide , the Father Felician . Onward o'er sunken sands , through a wilderness sombre with forests , Day after day they glided adown the turbulent river ; Night after night , by their blazing fires , en- camped on its borders . Now ...
... guide , the Father Felician . Onward o'er sunken sands , through a wilderness sombre with forests , Day after day they glided adown the turbulent river ; Night after night , by their blazing fires , en- camped on its borders . Now ...
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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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... guides , the maiden and Basil Followed his flying steps , and thought each day to o'ertake him . Sometimes they saw , or thought they saw , the smoke of his camp - fire Rise in the morning air from the distant plain ; but at nightfall ...
... guides , the maiden and Basil Followed his flying steps , and thought each day to o'ertake him . Sometimes they saw , or thought they saw , the smoke of his camp - fire Rise in the morning air from the distant plain ; but at nightfall ...
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... guides and companions , Homeward Basil returned , and Evangeline stayed at the Mission . Slowly , slowly , slowly the days succeeded each other , -- Days and weeks and months ; and the fields of maize that were springing Green from the ...
... guides and companions , Homeward Basil returned , and Evangeline stayed at the Mission . Slowly , slowly , slowly the days succeeded each other , -- Days and weeks and months ; and the fields of maize that were springing Green from the ...
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Acadian peasants ACADIE accents almshouse aloft anon answer art thou ascended barns Basil the blacksmith beauty behold belfry blossoms boat bosom cheer church-yard darkness descended desert door Druids Echoed Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face farm-yard 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 midst moon morning neighbouring night notary notary public numberless o'er oars ocean odor old French Opelousas Ozark Mountains passed patient paused Port Royal prairies 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 tale tankard thee thought tide tremulous Unto voice waited wander weary whispered wigwam wind woodlands words
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Page 7 - Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion, List to the mournful tradition, still sung by the pines of the forest; List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.
Page 59 - 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 89 - 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 6 - 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 24 - Desolate northern bays to the shores of tropical islands. Harvests were gathered in ; and wild with the winds of September Wrestled the trees of the forest, as Jacob of old with the angel. All the signs foretold a winter long and inclement. Bees, with prophetic instinct of want, had hoarded their honey Till the hives overflowed ; and the Indian hunters asserted Cold would the winter be, for thick was the fur of the foxes.
Page 37 - Sat astride on his nose, with a look of wisdom supernal. Father of twenty children was he, and more than a hundred Children's children rode on his knee, and heard his great watch tick.
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 she. Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens.
Page 57 - Flushed was his face and distorted with passion ; and wildly he shouted, — "Down with the tyrants of England ! we never have sworn them allegiance ! Death to these foreign soldiers, who seize on our homes and our harvests!
Page 163 - Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic Linger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom. In the fisherman's Cot the wheel and the loom are still busy ; Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles of homespun, And by the evening fire repeat Evangeline's story, While from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced, neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
Page 12 - Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens. Solemnly down the street came the parish priest, and the children Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them.