Evangeline, a Tale of AcadieTicknor and Fields, 1860 - 159 Seiten |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Acadian peasants accents almshouse aloft anon answer art thou ascended barns Basil the blacksmith beauty behold belfry blossoms boat bosom cheer 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 Harvard College 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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 43 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Seite 57 - Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgiveness? 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!
Seite 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,
Seite 93 - Sailed on those gloomy and midnight streams, blew a blast on his bugle. Wild through the dark colonnades and corridors leafy the blast rang, Breaking the seal of silence, and giving tongues to the forest. Soundless above them the banners of moss just stirred to the music. Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance, Over the watery floor, and beneath the reverberant branches...
Seite 55 - Rang through the house of prayer ; and high o'er the heads of the others Rose, with his arms uplifted, the figure of Basil the blacksmith, As, on a stormy sea, a spar is tossed by the billows. 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...
Seite 18 - Priest and pedagogue both in the village, had taught them their letters Out of the selfsame book, with the hymns of the church and the plain-song. But when the hymn was sung, and the daily lesson completed, Swiftly they hurried away to the forge of Basil the blacksmith. There at the door they stood, with wondering eyes to behold him Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as a plaything, Nailing the shoe in its place ; while near him the tire of the cart-wheel Lay like a fiery snake, coiled...
Seite 22 - 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 114 - All the year round the orange-groves are in blossom ; and grass grows More in a single night than a whole Canadian summer. Here, too, numberless herds run wild and unclaimed in the prairies ; Here, too, lands may be had for the asking, and forests of timber With a few blows of the axe are hewn and framed into houses.
Seite 159 - 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.