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Quotes from Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1807–1882 United States

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Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice
Triumphs.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler,
Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors
Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

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.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

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: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
Old folk and young together, and children mingled among them.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance.
* * * * * *
And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

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, shall fill them full of refreshment;
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon
Like a magician extended his golden wand o'er the landscape;
Twinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest
Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.