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    Evangeline
    Evangeline
    Evangeline
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    Evangeline

    By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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    Evangeline is an epic poem which follows an Acadian girl named Evangeline and her search for her lost love Gabriel, set during the time of the Expulsion of the Acadians. Evangeline describes the betrothal of a fictional Acadian girl named Evangeline Bellefontaine to her beloved, Gabriel Lajeunesse, and their separation as the British deport the Acadians from Acadie in the Great Upheaval. The poem then follows Evangeline across the landscapes of America as she spends years in a search for him, at some times being near to Gabriel without realizing he was near.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMusaicum Books
    Release dateDec 17, 2020
    ISBN4064066396664

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      Evangeline - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

      Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

      Evangeline

      Books

      OK Publishing, 2020

      musaicumbooks@okpublishing.info

      Tous droits réservés.

      EAN 4064066396664

      Table of Contents

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      PART THE SECOND.

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      Table of Contents

      IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,

      Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pré

      Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward,

      Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.

      Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant,

      Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates

      Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.

      West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields

      Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away to the northward

      Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains

      Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic

      Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended.

      There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village.

      Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of chestnut,

      Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries.

      Thatched were the roofs, with dormer-windows; and gables projecting

      Over the basement below protected and shaded the door-way.

      There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset

      Lighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on the chimneys,

      Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles

      Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden

      Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors

      Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens.

      Solemnly down the street came the parish priest, and the children

      Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them.

      Reverend walked he among them; and up rose matrons and maidens,

      Hailing his slow approach with words of affectionate welcome.

      Then came the laborers home from the field, and serenely the sun sank

      Down to his rest, and twilight prevailed. Anon from the belfry

      Softly the Angelus sounded, and over the roofs of the village

      Columns of pale blue smoke, like clouds of incense ascending,

      Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment.

      Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers—

      Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from

      Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.

      Neither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their windows;

      But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners;

      There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.

      Somewhat apart from the village, and nearer the Basin of Minas,

      Benedict Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer of Grand-Pré,

      Dwelt on his goodly acres; and with him, directing his household,

      Gentle Evangeline lived, his child, and the pride of the village.

      Stalworth and stately in form was the man of seventy winters;

      Hearty and hale was he, an oak that is covered with snow-flakes;

      White as the snow were his locks, and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves.

      Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers.

      Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside,

      Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!

      Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.

      When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide

      Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah! fair in sooth was the maiden.

      Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret

      Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop

      Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them,

      Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal,

      Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings,

      Brought in the olden time from France, and since, as an heirloom,

      Handed down from mother to child, through long generations.

      But a celestial brightness—a more ethereal beauty—

      Shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession,

      Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her.

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

      Firmly builded with rafters of oak, the house of the farmer

      Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea; and a shady

      Sycamore grew by the door, with a woodbine

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