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Review: Evangeline: A Tale of AcadieUser Review - Matthew Shoe - Goodreads
Alright for the sake of history. (view spoiler)[The ending ties the story up, but is not a happy one. (hide spoiler)] Read full review
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Acadian peasants ACADIE accents almshouse aloft anon answer art thou ascended Basil the blacksmith beauty behold Bellefontaine blossom boat bosom cheer darkness descended desert door Echoed Evangeline stood Evangeline's heart eyes face farm-yard Father Felician filled fireflies flax flocks flying steps Gabriel garden gazed gleamed glided golden hand heard heaven herds herdsman horses household hyssop kirtles labor land Laughed light lips LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS loud maiden maize meadows meek midst moon morning mournful neighboring night notary notary public numberless o'er oars ocean odor Opelousas Ozark Mountains passed patient paused Port Royal prairies priest river roof rose seemed shade shadow Shawnee shore silent slowly slumber smile snow-white sorrow soul sound spake spirit sunshine sweet tale tankard thee thou thought tremulous Unto village of Grand-Pre voice waited wander weary whispered wigwam wind woodlands words
Page 1 - 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.
Page 9 - 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 sounds with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens.
Page 17 - Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite musie.
Page 81 - Scattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the wind from the northeast Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of Newfoundland. Friendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered from city to city, From the cold lakes of the North to sultry Soi^hern savannas, — From the bleak shores of the sea to the lands where the Father of Waters Seizes the hills in his hands, and drags them down to the ocean, Deep in their sands to bury the scattered bones of the mammoth.
Page 123 - FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountains Lift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits. Down from their jagged, deep ravines, where the gorge, like a gateway, Opens a passage rude to the wheels of the emigrant's wagon, Westward the Oregon flows and the Walleway and Owyhee.
Page 5 - Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Page 14 - 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.
Page 91 - Waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals. Deathlike the silence seemed, and unbroken, save by the herons Home to their roosts in the cedar-trees returning at sunset, Or by the owl, as he greeted the moon with demoniac laughter. Lovely the moonlight was as it glanced and gleamed on the water, Gleamed on the columns of cypress and cedar sustaining the arches, Down through whose broken vaults it fell as through chinks in a ruin.
Page 89 - Onward o'er sunken sands, through a wilderness sombre with forests, Day after day they glided adown the turbulent river ; Night after night, by their blazing fires, encamped on its borders. Now through rushing chutes, among green islands, where plumelike Cotton-trees nodded their shadowy crests, they swept with the current, Then emerged into broad lagoons, where silvery sand-bars Lay in the stream, and along the wimpling waves of their margin, Shining with snow-white plumes, large flocks of pelicans...