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Acadian peasants 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 farmer Father Felician Filled flax flocks footsteps Gabriel garden gazed geline gleamed glided golden Grand-Pre hamlets hand heard heaven herds herdsman horses 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 smile snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet tankard thee thought tide tremulous Unto village voice waited wander weary whispered wigwam wind woodlands words
Page 11 - Stalworth and stately in form was the man of seventy winters; Hearty and hale was he, an oak that is covered with snow-flakes; White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves.
Page 156 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, "Father, I thank thee...
Page 80 - 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, — From the bleak shores of the sea to the lands where the Father of Waters 10 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.
Page 9 - 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 154 - Hebrew, with blood had besprinkled its portals, That the Angel of Death might see the sign, and pass over. Motionless, senseless, dying, he lay, and his spirit exhausted Seemed to be sinking down through infinite depths in the darkness, Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.
Page 51 - So passed the morning away. And lo ! with a summons sonorous Sounded the bell from its tower, and over the meadows a drum beat. Thronged ere long was the church with men.
Page 158 - In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and...
Page 81 - Long among them was seen a maiden who waited and wandered, Lowly and meek in spirit, and patiently suffering all things. Fair was she and young ; but, alas ! before her extended, Dreary and vast and silent, the desert of life...
Page 152 - 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.
Page 52 - Echoed a moment only, and slowly the ponderous portal Closed, and in silence the crowd awaited the will of the soldiers. Then uprose their commander, and spake from the steps of the altar, Holding aloft in his hands, with its seals, the royal commission. " You are convened this day," he said, "by his Majesty's orders.