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if by its nature unto heaven returns
this element me kindled in its blaze
will it bear upward when my life is fled | img2poems |
the dreams of love that were so sweet of yore
what are they now when two deaths may be mine
one sure and one forecasting its alarms | img2poems |
painting and sculpture satisfy no more
the soul now turning to the love divine
that oped to embrace us on the cross its arms | img2poems |
vainly did cruel death attempt to stay
the rumor of thy virtuous renown
that lethe's waters could not wash away | img2poems |
a thousand leaves since he hath stricken thee down
speak of thee nor to thee could heaven convey
except through death a refuge and a crown | img2poems |
among a thousand proofs let one suffice
that as his exile hath no parallel
ne'er walked the earth a greater man than he | img2poems |
i perish day by day
the sunshine fails the shadows grow more dreary
and i am near to fail infirm and weary | img2poems |
let thy proud heart relent
come back to my tall white tent
come back my only son | img2poems |
where are our shallow fords
and where
the power of kazan with its fourfold gates | img2poems |
i come from yon mountain high and cold
where lieth the new snow on the old
and melts in the summer heat | img2poems |
i go to the river there below
where in bunches the violets grow
and sun and shadow meet | img2poems |
i go to the garden in the vale
where all night long the nightingale
her love-song doth repeat | img2poems |
welcome o stork
that dost wing
thy flight from the far-away | img2poems |
we our country's bounds and pleasant pastures relinquish
we our country fly thou tityrus stretched in the shadow
teachest the woods to resound with the name of the fair amaryllis | img2poems |
o meliboeus a god for us this leisure created
for he will be unto me a god forever his altar
oftentimes shall imbue a tender lamb from our sheepfolds | img2poems |
though from my wattled folds there went forth many a victim
and the unctuous cheese was pressed for the city ungrateful
never did my right hand return home heavy with money | img2poems |
tityrus hence was absent
thee tityrus even the pine-trees
thee the very fountains the very copses were calling | img2poems |
what could i do
no power had i to escape from my bondage
nor had i power elsewhere to recognize gods so propitious | img2poems |
fortunate old man
here among familiar rivers
and these sacred founts shalt thou take the shadowy coolness | img2poems |
on this side a hedge along the neighboring cross-road
where hyblaean bees ever feed on the flower of the willow
often with gentle susurrus to fall asleep shall persuade thee | img2poems |
yonder beneath the high rock the pruner shall sing to the breezes
nor meanwhile shalt thy heart's delight the hoarse wood-pigeons
nor the turtle-dove cease to mourn from aerial elm-trees | img2poems |
sooner the border-lands of both overpassed shall the exiled
parthian drink of the soane or the german drink of the tigris
than the face of him shall glide away from my bosom | img2poems |
but we hence shall go a part to the thirsty afries
part to scythia come and the rapid cretan oaxes
and to the britons from all the universe utterly sundered | img2poems |
ah shall i ever a long time hence the bounds of my country
and the roof of my lowly cottage covered with greensward
seeing with wonder behold my kingdoms a handful of wheat-ears | img2poems |
naked and barren plains without leaves or trees we behold here
places alas
unto which no happy man would repair | img2poems |
where is the thatch-roofed village the home of acadian farmers
men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands
darkened by shadows of earth but reflecting an image of heaven | img2poems |
neither locks had they to their doors nor bars to their windows
but their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners
there the richest was poor and the poorest lived in abundance | img2poems |
when in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide
flagons of home-brewed ale ah
fair in sooth was the maiden | img2poems |
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 | img2poems |
silent awhile were its treadles at rest was its diligent shuttle
while the monotonous drone of the wheel like the drone of a bagpipe
followed the old man's song and united the fragments together | img2poems |
meanwhile apart in the twilight gloom of a window's embrasure
sat the lovers and whispered together beholding the moon rise
over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows | img2poems |
silently therefore he laid his hand on the head of the maiden
raising his eyes full of tears to the silent stars that above them
moved on their way unperturbed by the wrongs and sorrows of mortals | img2poems |
gabriel lajeunesse
they said o yes
we have seen him | img2poems |
onward o'er sunken sands through a wilderness somber with forests
day after day they glided adown the turbulent river
night after night by their blazing fires encamped on its borders | img2poems |
deathlike the silence seemed and unbroken save by the herons
home to their roosts in the cedar-trees returning at sunset
or by the owl as he greeted the moon with demoniac laughter | img2poems |
nearer and ever nearer among the numberless islands
darted a light swift boat that sped away o'er the water
urged on its course by the sinewy arms of hunters and trappers | img2poems |
gabriel truly is near thee for not far away to the southward
maur and st
martin | img2poems |
thus they ascended the steps and crossing the airy veranda
entered the hall of the house where already the supper of basil
waited his late return and they rested and feasted together | img2poems |
so seemed it wise and well unto all and betimes on the morrow
mounting his mexican steed with his indian guides and companions
homeward basil returned and evangeline stayed at the mission | img2poems |
and with returning guides that sought the lakes of st
lawrence
saying a sad farewell evangeline went from the mission | img2poems |
then there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead
dawn of another life that broke o'er her earthly horizon
as in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning | img2poems |
in the fisherman's cot the wheel and the loom are still busy
maidens still wear their norman caps and their kirtles of homespun
and by the evening fire repeat evangeline's story | img2poems |
in reading there should be a gentle labor of the former half of the
line and gentle acceleration of the latter half
scudder | img2poems |
the english were not without blame since it must be admitted they had
covetous eyes upon the rich farms of the acadians and an opportunity to take
possession of them would not be unwelcome | img2poems |
rameau who has made a much deeper study than
any other historian of the acadians sets the total at comprising
horned cattle horses sheep and pigs | img2poems |
the author contrasts the clamor of the throng and the quiet words of
father felician by referring to rapid strokes of the alarm and the quiet
measured strokes of the hour | img2poems |
who was intimately associated with all the life of the village
explain
lines - and | img2poems |
what is the topic of this lesson
who is also introduced to us
describe | img2poems |
give topic lines - where were the norman orchards
what does the
loom suggest | img2poems |
the poem has been compared with another version already on gutenberg
where the two disagreed this text was carefully re-checked to
ensure the text and punctuation matched those on the scanned image | img2poems |
line has been copied and inserted from vgln this was missing in
the book but was referenced in the notes the line numbering also showed a
missing line between and | img2poems |
'a' + macron
'o' + macron
'e' + macron | img2poems |
her voice would falter in its song
and tears would slide from out her eye
silent as they were doing wrong | img2poems |
but that they do not rise and sink
with his calm breathing i should think
that he were dropped asleep | img2poems |
alas
too deep too deep
is this his slumber | img2poems |
upon the seaweed slimy and dark
that waves its arms so lank and brown
beckoning for thee | img2poems |
kind hearts are beating on every side
ah why should we lie so coldly curled
alone in the shell of this great world | img2poems |
heaven help me
how could i forget
to beg of thee dear violet | img2poems |
as if the cloud let go
leapt bodily below
to whelm the earth in one mad overthrow | img2poems |
glad of all weathers
still seeming best
upward or downward | img2poems |
let my heart be
fresh changeful constant
upward like thee | img2poems |
oh yes
his fatherland must be
as the blue heaven wide and free | img2poems |
or with gladness are they full
for the night so beautiful
and longing for those far-off spheres | img2poems |
and i were mean to weep
that thou hast left life's shallows
and dost possess the deep | img2poems |
'had i trusted in my nature
and had faith in lowly things
thou thyself wouldst then have sought me | img2poems |
the high evangel to our country granted
could make apostles yea with tongues of fire
of hearts half-darkened back again to clay | img2poems |
'tis the soul only that is national
and he who pays true loyalty to that
alone can claim the wreath of patriotism | img2poems |
where the slow soil had mossed it to the brim
till after countless centuries it grew
into this dell the haunt of noontide dew | img2poems |
how did ye triumph now in margaret's breast
making it readier to shrink and start
than quivering gold of the pond-lily's heart | img2poems |
through gorgeous windows shone the sun aslant
brimming the church with gold and purple mist
meet atmosphere to bosom that rich chant | img2poems |
strewed the pale corpse with many a milkwhite bloom
and parted the bright hair and on the breast
crossed the unconscious hands in sign of rest | img2poems |
such am i now: immortal woe hath made
my heart a seer and my soul a judge
between the substance and the shadow of truth | img2poems |
all other glories are as falling stars
but universal nature watches theirs
such strength is won by love of humankind | img2poems |
endless despair shall be thy caucasus
and memory thy vulture thou wilt find
oblivion far lonelier than this peak | img2poems |
behold thy destiny
thou think'st it much
that i should brave thee miserable god | img2poems |
so haply meeting in the afternoon
some comrades who were playing at the dice
he joined them and forgot all else beside | img2poems |
only the instincts of great souls are fate
and have predestined sway: all other things
except by leave of us could never be | img2poems |
the old chief feeling now wellnigh his end
called his two eldest children to his side
and gave them in few words his parting charge | img2poems |
a lavish day
one day with life and heart
is more than time enough to find a world | img2poems |
from square to square with tiger leaps panted the lustful fire
the air to leeward shuddered with the gasps of its desire
and church and palace which even now stood whelmed but to the knee | img2poems |
and as the tower came crashing down the bells in clear accord
pealed forth the grand old german hymn 'all good souls praise the
lord | img2poems |
and heard the clash of steel on steel
where man faced man in deadly wrath
while clanged the tocsin's hurrying peal | img2poems |
then marked i how each germ of truth
which through the dotard's fingers ran
was mated with a dragon's tooth | img2poems |
the bit of clay for whose delight
you grasp is mortgaged too death might
foreclose this very day in dust | img2poems |
the snow-flakes alone make thee hoary
nestling close to thy branches in slumber
and thee mantling with silence | img2poems |
how far are ye from those
yet who believes
that ye can shut out heaven | img2poems |
your souls partake its influence not in vain
nor all unconscious as that silent lane
its drift of noiseless apple-blooms receives | img2poems |
so from my feet the dust
of the proud world i shook
then came dear love and shared with me his crust | img2poems |
what visionary tints the year puts on
when falling leaves falter through motionless air
or humbly cling and shiver to be gone | img2poems |
how fuse and mix with what unfelt degrees
clasped by the faint horizon's languid arms
each into each the hazy distances | img2poems |
he is the gem and all the landscape wide
seems but the setting worthless all beside
an empty socket were he fallen thence | img2poems |
'good sir ' i said 'you seem much stirred
the sacred compromises
'now god confound the dastard word | img2poems |
god works for all
ye cannot hem the hope of being free
with parallels of latitude with mountain-range or sea | img2poems |
by soul the soul's gains must be wrought
the actual claims our coarser thought
the ideal hath its higher duties | img2poems |
might in some dim wise divine
the depth of his infinite patience
to this wayward soul of mine | img2poems |
we trusted then aspired believed
that earth could be remade to-morrow
ah why be ever undeceived | img2poems |
it is the tyrants who have beaten out
ploughshares and pruning-hooks to spears and swords
and shall i pause and moralize and doubt | img2poems |
yea what art thou blind unconverted jew
that with thy idol-volume's covers two
wouldst make a jail to coop the living god | img2poems |
while swings the sea while mists the mountains shroud
while thunder's surges burst on cliffs and cloud
still at the prophets' feet the nations sit | img2poems |
o poem unsurpassed
it ran
all round the world unlocking man to man | img2poems |
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