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... words of the priest at the altar , So , in each pause of the song , with measured mo- tion the clock clicked . Thus as they sat , there were footsteps heard , and , suddenly lifted , Sounded the wooden latch , and the door swung back on ...
... words of the priest at the altar , So , in each pause of the song , with measured mo- tion the clock clicked . Thus as they sat , there were footsteps heard , and , suddenly lifted , Sounded the wooden latch , and the door swung back on ...
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... , and English , but in 1710 was attacked by an expedition from New England , and after that held by the English government and made a fortified place . Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken 30 LONGFELLOW .
... , and English , but in 1710 was attacked by an expedition from New England , and after that held by the English government and made a fortified place . Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken 30 LONGFELLOW .
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... words that her father had spoken , And , as they died on his lips , the worthy notary entered . III . Bent like a laboring oar , that toils in the surf of the ocean , Bent , but not broken , by age was the form of the notary public ...
... words that her father had spoken , And , as they died on his lips , the worthy notary entered . III . Bent like a laboring oar , that toils in the surf of the ocean , Bent , but not broken , by age was the form of the notary public ...
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... words of welcome and gladness Fell from her beautiful lips , and blessed the cup as she gave it . Under the open sky , in the odorous air of the orchard , Stript of its golden fruit , was spread the feast of betrothal . 405 There in the ...
... words of welcome and gladness Fell from her beautiful lips , and blessed the cup as she gave it . Under the open sky , in the odorous air of the orchard , Stript of its golden fruit , was spread the feast of betrothal . 405 There in the ...
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... words of which are : - Vous connaissez Cybèle , Qui sut fixer le Temps ; On la disait fort belle , Même dans ses vieux ans . CHORUS . Cette divinité , quoique dejà grand ' mère , Avait les yeux doux , le teint frais Avait même certains ...
... words of which are : - Vous connaissez Cybèle , Qui sut fixer le Temps ; On la disait fort belle , Même dans ses vieux ans . CHORUS . Cette divinité , quoique dejà grand ' mère , Avait les yeux doux , le teint frais Avait même certains ...
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Page 12 - 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.
Page 354 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 17 - 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 187 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Page 15 - 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.
Page 18 - 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, after confession, Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Page 187 - Workman wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 192 - Littered the stalls, and from the mows Raked down the herd's-grass for the cows ; Heard the horse whinnying for his corn ; And, sharply clashing horn on horn, Impatient down the stanchion rows The cattle shake their walnut bows...
Page 196 - The house-dog on his paws outspread Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons...
Page 17 - Softly the Angelus sounded, and over the roofs of the village Columns of pale blue smoke, like clouds of incense ascending, Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.