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... , like the face of the morning , Gladdened the earth with its light , and ripened thought into action . She was a woman now , with the heart and hopes of a woman . " Sunshine of Saint Eulalie " was she called ; EVANGELINE .
... , like the face of the morning , Gladdened the earth with its light , and ripened thought into action . She was a woman now , with the heart and hopes of a woman . " Sunshine of Saint Eulalie " was she called ; EVANGELINE .
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... Called by the pious Acadian peasants the Summer of All - Saints ! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light ; and the landscape Lay as if new - created in all the freshness of childhood . Peace seemed to reign upon earth , and ...
... Called by the pious Acadian peasants the Summer of All - Saints ! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light ; and the landscape Lay as if new - created in all the freshness of childhood . Peace seemed to reign upon earth , and ...
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... called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm - house . Soon o'er the yellow fields , in silent and mournful procession , Came from the neighbouring hamlets and farms the Acadian women , Driving in ponderous wains their household ...
... called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm - house . Soon o'er the yellow fields , in silent and mournful procession , Came from the neighbouring hamlets and farms the Acadian women , Driving in ponderous wains their household ...
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... ear , for that betokened a lover , But at the crooked laughed , and called it a thief in the corn - field . Even the blood - red ear to Evangeline brought not her lover . " Patience ! " the priest would say ; " EVANGELINE . 53.
... ear , for that betokened a lover , But at the crooked laughed , and called it a thief in the corn - field . Even the blood - red ear to Evangeline brought not her lover . " Patience ! " the priest would say ; " EVANGELINE . 53.
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... called the flowers , so blue and golden , Stars , that in earth's firmament do shine ; - Stars they are , wherein we read our history , As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery , Like the burning stars ...
... called the flowers , so blue and golden , Stars , that in earth's firmament do shine ; - Stars they are , wherein we read our history , As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery , Like the burning stars ...
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Страница 209 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Страница 68 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled...
Страница 169 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
Страница 145 - Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old Sailor, Had sailed the Spanish Main, "I pray thee, put into yonder port, For I fear a hurricane. "Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see!
Страница 235 - And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That, follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Страница 147 - And ever the fitful gusts between A sound came from the land ; It was the sound of the trampling surf, On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.
Страница 3 - 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.
Страница 255 - THOUGH the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
Страница 287 - THE BUILDERS. ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time : Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Страница 777 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide, And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay, Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.