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Acadian peasants accents almshouse aloft anon answer art thou barns Basil the blacksmith beautiful behold belfry Benedict blossoms boat bosom cheer churchyard darkened darkness descended desert door Druids Echoed Evange Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face Father Felician Filled flax flocks forest primeval Gabriel garden gazed gleamed glided golden hamlets hand heard heaven herds herdsman horses labor land Laughed light lips loud maiden maize meadows meek midst moon morning murmur neighboring night notary notary public numberless o'er oars ocean odor old French Ozark Mountains passed patient paused phantom Port Royal prairies priest river roof rose sang seemed shade shadow Shawnee shore silent slowly slumber smile smoke snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet tankard thee thou thought tide tremulous unto village voice waited wandered weary whispered wigwam wind woodlands words
Page 28 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Page 52 - 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 57 - With them Evangeline went, and her 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, encamped on its borders. Now through rushing chutes, among green islands, where plumelike Cotton-trees nodded their shadowy crests, they...
Page 18 - 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 arm-chair Laughed in the flickering light, and the pewter plates on the dresser Caught and reflected the flame, as shields of armies the sunshine.
Page 12 - Gabriel Lajeunesse, the son of Basil the blacksmith, Who was a mighty man in the village, and honored of all men ; For, since the birth of time, throughout all ages and nations, Has the craft of the smith been held in repute by the people.
Page 37 - Hark ! how those lips still repeat the prayer, 'O Father, forgive them!' Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us, Let us repeat it now, and say, 'O Father, forgive them!
Page 4 - 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 66 - ... the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen. Plaintive at first were the tones and sad ; then soaring to madness Seemed they to follow or 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-tops Shakes down the rattling rain in...
Page 98 - Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered, Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison.