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O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!
O drooping souls, whose destinies
Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again.
- Endymion (st. 7) [Compensation]
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.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
- Evangeline [Books (First Lines)]
This is the forest primeval.
- Evangeline (introduction) [Trees]
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
- Evangeline (pt. I, 1) [Music]
Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice
- Evangeline (pt. I, 3, l. 34) [Justice]
Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.
- Evangeline (pt. I, III, l. 11) [Wisdom]
Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
Old fold and young together, and children mingled among them.
- Evangeline (pt. I, IV) [Dancing]
Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors
Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai.
- Evangeline (pt. I, sec. IV) [Sunset]
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
- Evangeline (pt. I, st. 2) [Luck]
That beautiful season
. . . 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.
- Evangeline (pt. I, st. 2) [Summer]
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
- Evangeline (pt. I, st. 3) [Stars]
Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not.
- Evangeline (pt. I, V, l. 43) [Words]
Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance.
. . . .
And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.
- Evangeline (pt. II, l. 56) [Echo]
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface
Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.
- Evangeline (pt. II, sc. 2, l. 212)
Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon
Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape;
Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest
Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.
- Evangeline (pt. II, sec. II) [Sunset]
Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted.
If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning
Back to their springs, like the rain, still fill them full of refreshment;
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
- Evangeline (pt. II, st. 1) [Affection]
Then from the neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of singers,
Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water.
Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music,
That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen.
- Evangeline (pt. II, st. 2) [Mockingbirds]
Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow,
See how its leaves are turned to the north, as true as the magnet;
This is the compass-flower, that the finger of God has planted
Here in the houseless wild, to direct the traveller's journey.
Over the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the desert,
Such in the soul of man is faith.
- Evangeline (pt. II, st. 4, l. 140)
And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler,
Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
- Evangeline (pt. II, V) [Death]
Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.
- Evangeline (pt. II, V, l. 108) [Darkness]
Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow
Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.
- Evangeline (pt. II, V, l. 35) [Religion]
The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice
A banner with the strange device,
- Excelsior [Ambition]
And Nature, the old nurse, took
The child upon her knee,
Saying: "Here is a story-book
Thy Father has written for thee."
"Come, wander with me," she said,
"Into regions yet untrod;
And read what is still unread
In the manuscripts of God."
- Fiftieth Birthday of Agassiz [Nature]
Born in the purple, born to joy and pleasance,
Thou dost not toil nor spin,
But makest glad and radiant with thy presence
The meadow and the lin.
- Flower-de-Luce (st. 3) [Flower-de-luce]
O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river
Linger to kiss thy feet!
O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever
The world more fair and sweet.
- Flower-de-Luce (st. 8) [Flower-de-luce]
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