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id: 15390
title: Evangeline with Notes and Plan of Study
author: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
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  Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, 10 Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken, Lingered long in Evangeline''s heart, and filled it with gladness. Pleasantly rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand-Pre. Pleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the Basin of Minas, Long at her father''s door Evangeline stood, with her right hand Cheered by the good man''s words, Evangeline labored and waited. Over Evangeline''s face at the words of Basil a shade passed. Long under Basil''s roof had he lived, like a god on Olympus, While Evangeline stood like one entranced, for within her Filled with the thoughts of love was Evangeline''s heart, but a secret, But on Evangeline''s heart fell his words as in winter the snow-flakes Evangeline meet her father and Gabriel in different ways? priest''s words like snow flakes to Evangeline?


id: 31245
title: Acadian Reminiscences : The True Story of Evangeline
author: Voorhies, Felix
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  story tells of their landing in Maryland and after some time, hearing followed them stealthily, like wolves, day and night, ever ready to "Petiots," she said, "my native land is situated far, far away, up Speak to us of Acadia, your native land, which we already love for "Petiots," she said, "I love my Acadia, and you will learn to love it Petiots, that was a sad day in the colony, and we all shed bitter "Petiots," she said in a sweet sad tone, "your grandmother always hospitality of our roofs.'' These kind words sank deep in our hearts. "The sequel of her story is not gay, petiots, and my poor old heart "Emmeline, petiots, had been exiled to Maryland with me. "She spoke of Acadia and of Louis in such loving words, that no one petiots, how sad was the fate of poor Emmeline, number of Acadians, exiles like us, had settled in Louisiana, where


id: 2039
title: Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie
author: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
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  Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Lingered long in Evangeline''s heart, and filled it with gladness. Streamed through the windows, and lighted the room, till the heart of the maiden Long ere noon, in the village all sounds of labor were silenced. Long at her father''s door Evangeline stood, with her right hand All day long the wains came laboring down from the village. Cheered by the good man''s words, Evangeline labored and waited. Over Evangeline''s face at the words of Basil a shade passed. Long under Basil''s roof had he lived like a god on Olympus, Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit. Breathed like the evening wind, and whispered love to the maiden, Filled with the thoughts of love was Evangeline''s heart, but a secret, But on Evangeline''s heart fell his words as in winter the snow-flakes


id: 35985
title: Amy in Acadia: A Story for Girls
author: Reed, Helen Leah
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  "There, mother," said Amy, "I fear that Martine will be a greater care "Isn''t it strange," said Priscilla to Amy, "to think that this time "I''m glad that you''ve come, Amy,--I mean Miss Redmond," began Martine. Missing Priscilla and Martine, Amy found them in the little A little later, Amy and Priscilla and Martine set out to see the loom "How like Martine!" thought Priscilla, "as if a girl could decide where Yvonne and Martine went indoors, and Amy and Priscilla soon followed. Martine carried it to the hotel, where Yvonne was to stay until Mrs. Redmond and her party should start for Little Brook. But while Amy was speaking Priscilla looked sharply at Martine, and "Amy," said Martine, "I know I''m very stupid, but I''d really like to Martine and Priscilla begged for the front seat with the driver, and Mr. Knight, accordingly, sat on the back seat with Amy and Mrs. Redmond.


id: 33470
author: Roberts, Charles G. D., Sir
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  Marc stood up,--lean, and fine, and a good half head taller than his "He cries untimely, as an omen of the ills to come!" said Marc, half "Farewell, Father," said he, in a firm voice, and turned upon me a look point, as I knew, lay the little creek-mouth wherein Tamin kept his "Look yonder, Father!" said Marc, pointing. "Our turn will come," said Marc, glowering darkly at the canoes. "Oh," said Marc, "the good father hates him cordially enough. "My son Marc, Monsieur de Ramezay," said I. "We''ll see you again to-night or in the morning, my Tamin," said Marc. said, speaking so that each word seemed an hour long; ''red runs your "It''s a message from Grûl," said Marc, the instant that his eyes fell "Marc, we''ll fight them if needful," said I, lifting up my head. "If that is the Black Abbé''s river," said she, with great eyes fixing

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  The Forge in the Forest Being the Narrative of the Acadian Ranger, Jean de Mer, Seigneur de Briart; and How He Crossed the Black Abbé; and of His Adventures in a Strange Fellowship


id: 41296
title: Rose à Charlitte
author: Saunders, Marshall
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  "I should like to speak to that young man I saw this morning," he said, "I wish that he would go away," said Agapit, "I hate his insolent face." "Look at his white hands," said Agapit, "he is lazy,--and dost thou Then her little boy fell ill; he said the young man Agapit "Yes," said Vesper, while his mother anxiously looked up from her work. "Mount beside me," said Agapit to Vesper; "Rose and Narcisse will sit in "I know that, too," said Vesper, calmly, and he watched the young men The young Acadien beauty gave Vesper a fleeting glance, then she said, "Rose," said Agapit, severely, as they drove away, "is it a good thing "I suppose there are not many English people here to-day," said Mrs. Nimmo, smiling amiably, while Vesper contented himself with a silent Rose''s face cleared, and Vesper said to the priest, "Are there any old


