Poems . e weapons of all kinds;Nothing is left but the blacksmiths sledge and the scythe of the with a pleasant smile made answer the jovial farmer:— Safer are we unarmed, in the midst of our flocks and our corn fields,Safer within these peaceful dikes, besieged by the ocean,Than were our father in forts, besieged by the enemys no evil, my friend, and to-night may no shadow of sorrowFall on this house and hearth; for this is the night of the are the house and the barn. The merry lads of the villageStrongly have built them and well; and, breaking the glebe
Poems . e weapons of all kinds;Nothing is left but the blacksmiths sledge and the scythe of the with a pleasant smile made answer the jovial farmer:— Safer are we unarmed, in the midst of our flocks and our corn fields,Safer within these peaceful dikes, besieged by the ocean,Than were our father in forts, besieged by the enemys no evil, my friend, and to-night may no shadow of sorrowFall on this house and hearth; for this is the night of the are the house and the barn. The merry lads of the villageStrongly have built them and well; and, breaking the glebe round about them,Filled the barn with hay, and the house with food for a Leblanc will be here anon, with his papers and we not then be glad, and rejoice in the joy of our children ? As apart by the window she stood, with her hand in her lovers,Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken,And as they died on his lips the worthy notary entered. EVANGELINE,. III. Bent like a labouring oar, that toils in the surf of the ocean,Bent, but not broken, by age was the form of the notary public;Shocks of yellow hair, like the silken floss of the maize, hungOver his shoulders; his forehead was high; and glasses with horn bowsSat astride on his nose, with a look of wisdom of twenty children was he, and more than a hundredChildrens children rode on his knee, and heard his great watch tick. EVANGELINE. o| Four long years in the times of the war had he languished a captive,Suffering much in an old French fort as the friend of the , though warier grown, without all guile or suspicion,Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and was beloved by all, and most of all by the children;For he told them tales of the Loup-garou in the forest,And of the goblin that came in the night to water the horses,And of the white Letiche, the ghost of a child who unchristenedDied, and was doomed to haunt unseen the cha
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