文档介绍：A Tale of Acadie.
Evangeline
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

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A Tale of Acadie.
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. Loud from its rocky caverns, the
deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate
answers the wail of the forest.
This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the
huntsman? Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian
farmers,-- Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven? Waste
are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed! Scattered like
dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October Seize them, and whirl
them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean. Naught but tradition
remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pr*.
Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, Ye
who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion, List to the
mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest; List to a Tale of
Love in Acadie, home of the happy.
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A Tale of Acadie.
PART I
I
IN the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas, Distant,
secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pr* 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 ed 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
northwar