Evangeline: A Tale of AcadieHoughton, Mifflin, 1887 - 63 páginas |
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Acadian farmers Acadian peasants accents almshouse aloft anon answer art thou ascending Basil the blacksmith beautiful behold belfry Bellefontaine Benedict blossom boat cheer churchyard darkness descended desert door Druids Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face farm-yard Father Felician Filled flax flocks footsteps Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden hand heard heaven herds herdsman kirtles labour land Laughed light lips Loud maiden maize meadows meek midst mingled moon morning neighbouring night notary notary public numberless o'er oars ocean 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 tankard thee thou thought tide tremulous Unto village of Grand-Pré voice waited wander weary whispered WHUS wigwam wind woodlands words
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Página 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.
Página 8 - 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. Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations. But a celestial brightness — a more ethereal beauty — Shone on her face and encircled her form, when,...
Página 7 - 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!
Página 19 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Página 57 - IN that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still reecho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested.
Página 37 - Soon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devious waters, Which, like a network of steel, extended in every direction. Over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs of the cypress Met in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air Waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals.
Página 48 - Beautiful was the night. Behind the black wall of the forest, Tipping its summit with silver, arose the moon. On the river Fell here and there through the branches a tremulous gleam of the moonlight, Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit.
Página 7 - Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors 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. Reverend walked he among them ; and up rose matrons and maidens, Hailing his slow approach with words of affectionate welcome.
Página 24 - 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 !" More he fain would have said, but the merciless hand of a soldier Smote him upon the mouth, and dragged him down to the pavement.
Página 49 - When shall these eyes behold, these arms be folded about thee?" Loud and sudden and near the note of a whippoorwill sounded Like a flute in the woods; and anon, through the neighboring thickets, Farther and farther away it floated and dropped into silence. "Patience!" whispered the oaks from oracular caverns of darkness: And, from the moonlit meadow, a sigh responded, "Tomorrow!