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Acadian accents answer arms barns Basil beautiful behold blacksmith blossom boat cattle cheer church darkness deep departed descended door entered Evangeline Evangeline's eyes face fair farmer Father fell fields fire flocks flowers follow forest Gabriel garden gazed gleamed golden Grand-Pré graves green guides hand head heard heart heaven herds hope horses labor land Laughed leaves light lips lived looked Loud maiden meadows Mission moon morning Mountains neighboring night o'er ocean odor once passed patient paused prairies priest repeat rest returning river roof rose seemed shade shadow ships shore side silent slowly slumber smile smoke sorrow soul sound spake spirit steps stood stream streets Suddenly sunshine sweet tale thee thou thought tide Unto village voice waited walls wandered waved weary whispered wind window women
Seite 5 - 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.
Seite 9 - West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain ; and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended. There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village. Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of chestnut, Such as the peasants of Normandy...
Seite 93 - And, with light in her looks, she entered the chambers of sickness. Noiselessly moved about the assiduous, careful attendants, Moistening the feverish lip and the aching brow, and in silence Closing the sightless eyes of the dead, and concealing their faces, Where on their pallets they lay, like drifts of snow by the roadside.
Seite 53 - 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.
Seite 65 - Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er 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...
Seite 55 - Far down the Beautiful River, Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash, Into the golden stream of the broad and swift Mississippi, Floated a cumbrous boat, that was rowed by Acadian boatmen. It was a band of exiles : a raft, as it were, from the shipwrecked Nation, scattered along the coast, now floating together...
Seite 6 - Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven? Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed! Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean. Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand Pre.
Seite 9 - Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
Seite 94 - And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning. Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish, That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows.
Seite 84 - Let us go to the Mission, for there good tidings await us!" Thither they turned their steeds; and behind a spur of the mountains Just as the sun went down, they heard a murmur of voices And in a meadow green and broad, by the bank of a river, • Saw the tents of the Christians, the tents of the Jesuit Mission.