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- THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twili20 lines - IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,
Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pré130 lines - FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountains
Lift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.179 lines - NOW had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,
And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters.122 lines - IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,
Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash,150 lines - BENT like a laboring oar, that toils in the surf of the ocean,
Bent, but not broken, by age was the form of the notary public;115 lines - MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré,
When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,74 lines - PLEASANTLY rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand-Pré.
Pleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the Basin of Minas,147 lines - NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branches
Garlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,194 lines - FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth day
Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm-house.148 lines - IN that delightful land, which is washed by the Delaware's waters,
Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle.154 lines
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