Poems . Led through an orchard wide, and disappeared in the the sycamore tree were hives overhung by a pent-house,Such as the traveller sees in regions remote by the road-side,Built oer a box for the poor, or the blessed image of down, on the slope of the hill, was the well with its moss-grownBucket, fastened with iron, and near it a trough for the the house from storms, on the north, were the barns and thefarm-vard. 8 EVANGELINE. There stood the broad-wheeled wains and the antique ploughs and the harrows;There were the folds for the sheep; and there,
Poems . Led through an orchard wide, and disappeared in the the sycamore tree were hives overhung by a pent-house,Such as the traveller sees in regions remote by the road-side,Built oer a box for the poor, or the blessed image of down, on the slope of the hill, was the well with its moss-grownBucket, fastened with iron, and near it a trough for the the house from storms, on the north, were the barns and thefarm-vard. 8 EVANGELINE. There stood the broad-wheeled wains and the antique ploughs and the harrows;There were the folds for the sheep; and there, in his feathered seraglio,Strutted the lordly turkey, and crowed the cock, with the selfsameVoice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Bursting with hay were the barns, themselves a village. In each oneFar oer the gable projected a roof of thatch; and a staircase,Under the sheltering eaves, led up to the odorous too the dovecot stood, with its meek and innocent inmatesMurmuring ever of love; while above in the variant breezesNumberless noisy weathercocks rattled and sang of mutation. Thus, at peace with God and the world, the farmer of Grand PreLived on his sunny farm, and Evangeline governed his household. EVANGELINE.
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