Back to Philadelphia, where she had landed years before, an exile. Anon the bell from the belfry Rang out the hour of nine, the village curfew, and straightway Rose the guests and departed; and silence reigned in the household. Something at least there was in the friendly streets of the city, Something that spake to her heart, and made her no longer a stranger; And her ear was pleased with the Thee and Thou of the Quakers, For it recalled the past, the old Acadian country, Where all men were equal, and all were brothers and sisters. I Tennyson's Iflt toL 1880. Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey; Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended.
Many a suitor came to her door, by the darkness befriended, And, as he knocked and waited to hear the sounds of her footsteps, Knew not which beat the louder, his heart or the knocker of iron; Or, at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village, Bolder grew, and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered Hurried words of love, that seemed a part of the music. Then, when she hears a rumor that he's living in a hunting lodge in Michigan, she takes off again. Full in his track of light, like ships with shadowy canvas Hanging loose from their spars in a motionless calm in the tropics, Stood a cluster of trees, with tangled cordage of grape-vines. Something at least there was in the friendly streets of the city, Something that spake to her heart, and made her no longer a stranger; And her ear was pleased with the Thee and Thou of the Quakers, For it recalled the past, the old Acadian country, Where all men were equal, and all were brothers and sisters. Thither the women and children thronged. The philosopher's account was short, brilliantly depicted, and provided material to set out such a tragedy of innocence. Who had been summoned all to the house of Basil the Herds- man.
Close at her fathers side was the gentle Evangeline seated, Spinning flax for the loom, that stood in the corner behind her. Soon was the game begun. Forty years of my life have I labored among you, and taught you, Not in word alone, but in deed, to love one another! Patiently stood the cows meanwhile, and yielded their udders Unto the milkmaid's hand; whilst loud and in regular cadence Into the sounding pails the foaming streamlets descended. The line of shadow and sun- shine Ran near the tops of the trees ; but the house itself was in shadow. The years pass by and Evangeline winds up in Philadelphia. Evangeline ministers to the sad and mournful hearts of the people.
they said; Oh yes! Round them shapes of gloom and sorrowful faces were gathered, Voices of women were heard, and of men, and the crying of children. Wives were torn from tlieir husbands, and mothers, too late, saw their children 570 Left on the land, extending their arms, with wildest en- treaties. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother to child, through long generations. Suddenly rose from the south a light, as in autumn the blood-red Moon climbs the crystal walls of heaven, and oer the horizon Titan-like stretches its hundred hands upon the mountain and meadow, Seizing the rocks and the rivers and piling huge shadows together. Thus many years she lived as a Sister of Mercy; frequenting Lonely and wretched roofs in the crowded lanes of the city, Where distress and want concealed themselves from the sunlight, Where disease and sorrow in garrets languished neglected. Kehama, Lady of Lake I 1810.
By his American tact, instinct, and religiousness, he vivified the mass of European material he had assimilated with a warmth of national color and tone and thus rendered it acceptable, when a poet with the outfit of a Landor or a Swinburne would have been silenced by stern Puritan dis- approval. Martin de Tours Church in St. October found him in Hol- land, acquiring Dutch. Cette nouvelle famille croissoit et prosperoit, à l'example des autres. Apologies if this happened, because human users outside of Germany who are making use of the eBooks or other site features should almost never be blocked. Faces of friends she beheld, that were mournfully gazing upon her, Pallid, with tearful eyes, and looks of saddest compassion.
Vainly Evangeline strove with words and caresses to cheer him, Vainly offered him food; yet he moved not, he looked not, he spake not, But, with a vacant stare, ever gazed at the flickering firelight. Longfellow apparently heard the story of Evangeline and Gabriel from Rev. Her heart is fortified Ly the words of the priest. Smiling she spake these words; then suddenly paused, for her father Saw she slowly advancing. Touched were their hearts at her story, and warmest and friendliest welcome Gave they, with words of cheer, and she sat and feasted among them On the buffalo-meat and the venison cooked on the embers.
Gabriel in old Acadie before the deportation, but they were caught by the British and were separated. The Golden Legend 1851 is of the 13th century, and attempts the reproduction of Mediaeval machinery. Silence reigned in the streets; from the church no Angelus sounded, Rose no smoke from the roofs, and gleamed no lights from the windows. Far to the north and east, it said, in the Michigan forests, Gabriel had his lodge by the banks of the Saginaw River. Thither, as leaves to the light, were turned her thoughts and her footsteps. He never became the exponent of absolute passion as did Shelley, Keats, and Mrs. Strutted the lordly turkey, and crowed the cock, with the selfsame 95 Voice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter.
Note L'a skill in working into his verse such polysyllabic phrasea as ' unsuccessful manoeuvre. Prelude to 'Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie'. Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. Ererything suggested an image to him. Up and away to-morrow, and through the red dew of the morning We will follow him fast, and bring him back to his prison. Theae beautiful lines have been much admired, and the slight discrepancy aa to the color of the flowers and the stars la scarcely noticed, 364. Pawing the ground they came, and resting their necks on each other, And with their nostrils distended inhaling the freshness of evening.