| Title | : | Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie |
| Author | : | |
| Rating | : | |
| ISBN | : | 1551094525 |
| ISBN-10 | : | 9781551094526 |
| Language | : | English |
| Format Type | : | Hardcover |
| Number of Pages | : | 126 |
| Publication | : | First published January 1, 1847 |
Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie Reviews
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I have somewhat jumbled thoughts about this lovely prose poem that tells the story of a fictional young woman named Evangeline Bellefontaine, who began her life in Acadia, what is now Nova Scotia. I had no idea of the history of this area. This is from the introduction:
At the close of what is known as Queen Anne's war, in 1713, France ceded Acadia to the English, and it has since remained in their possession. Some thirty-five years passed before an English settlement was made at Halifax, the Acadians in the meantime remaining in undisturbed possession of the country. Soon after the settlement of Halifax trouble began between the rival colonists.
Whatever the reasons were for their decision (and the details seem to be debated even today) the British rounded up all the French Acadians and forced them into exile, burning their village to boot. Our Evangeline was newly betrothed to Gabriel Lajeunesse, but because the tide went out during the evacuation she had to stay on the beach with her father while Gabriel and his father were put on a ship. So the lovers were separated, and the rest of the poem follows the wanderings of Evangeline while she searches for Gabriel, whom she has never forgotten and will always love.
Here is where my jumbled thoughts really start. On the surface, Evangeline is a loyal young woman, who wants only to be reunited with her true love Gabriel. So she goes off searching for him, and we think she will find him a time or two, but he is always a week or so ahead of her. She is impulsive, rushing off to the north country when she hears a rumor that he has a hunter's lodge in Michigan, instead of waiting longer at the mission where she had already spent over a year in hopes he would return. But of course when she arrives the lodge is empty and she continues her wanderings.
It was not until I finished reading that I realized the other layer involved here. Our loyal Evangeline represents all of the exiles, and her search for Gabriel is really an exile's longing for their former home. When a person is forced away from a place, that place becomes sacred to them. Looking at Evangeline herself as simply a woman, I was mad at her for spending her entire life running obsessively after a ghost of a memory. But looking at her as the symbol of the French Acadian people who were torn from their homes and thrown out into the cruel world to sink or swim however they could, I was able to understand that obsessed desire to reclaim the past. I still do not necessarily admire it, however. It is not possible or healthy to go back in time, to recreate what once was. Remember the magic, yes. Become obsessed over it, no.
I dawdled a bit while reading, as usual with poetry, because I kept savoring the prelude, which begins with these noble lines:
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.
I had avoided Longfellow since school days, remembering the torture of being forced to read him when I was interested in so many other things. But I was pleasantly surprised at the loveliness of this poem, and how easy it was to read. I certainly will be reading more of his work, and hopefully more about the history of Nova Scotia and Canada as well. -
It is amazing that Henry Wadsworth Longfellow could put so much into a 52 page poem. There is the love story, of course, and the themes of devotion and persistence, but there is also faith, forgiveness, the cruelties of war, injustice, extreme loss, strength of character, and reclamation.
The descriptive quality of his poetry is mesmerizing. I felt I could see the Acadian village, the Louisiana bayou and the western mountains. Does this not describe the spread of an epidemic perfectly:
And, as the tides of the sea arise in the month of September,
Flooding some silver stream, till it spreads to a lake in the meadow,
So death flooded life, and, o'erflowing its natural margin,
Spread to a brackish lake, the silver stream of existence.
You can both feel the spreading of the disease and in an eerie way, see it.
I read this once, long ago, when I was a girl. Then it was just the love story that I came away with. It was like reading Romeo and Juliet as a teenager. This time, I left the poem with so much more! -
It's been more years than I wish to count since I first read this. (Probably since I was a Girl Scout visiting the Evangeline statue in St Martinville, Louisiana, with my troop.) While in Maine (across the bay from Nova Scotia) recently, I felt the urge to read it again. I'm glad I did. It's much easier to read than I remember (I'm sure that's because I was so young when I did) and besides being a satisfying story of undying, tragic love; it's full of wonderful descriptions of several vastly different areas of North America, including my home state of Louisiana before it was Louisiana.
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I was amazed by how touching this historical epic poem was.
As I began to read it, I was fascinated with even the simplest ideas in the book. Longfellow has a nice way of describing every little thing so eloquently and in such precise details.
"Now through rushing chutes, among green islands, where plumelike cotton trees nodded their shadowy crests, they swept with the current,
Then emerged into road lagoons..."
"Nodded their shadowy crests" is definitely my favorite line from this verse. It has such imagery! And I can't forget to mention how heartbreaking yet beautiful the loyalty and love of Evangeline and Gabriel was.
Though their homes burned, and their love separated, it did not cease to exist- despite these hardships! For though love was resting, for it was parted, love was not dead.
Beautiful story! I would recommend to anyone who is interested in the History of Acadie, elaborate writing language, and poetry that convinces truth and image. -
This is the Acadian Expulsion given the Titanic treatment: terrible thing + love story.
After many pages painting Acadia as the most perfect, pure, and beautiful place, the English arrive. It's a pretty jarring and entertaining tone shift. Shit gets real pretty quick. The language is a bit flowery which softens the action but it is truly a violent scene. Their village is completely destroyed, families are torn apart, people die.
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THE FIRST TWENTY PAGES:
"Everything in Acadia perfect. On most evenings, Evangeline, the fairest of maidens, could be found weaving in the home of her father, a proud farmer, who hummed songs he learned in the Burgundian countryside. There was a knock at the door and in came the blacksmith and his son Gabriel, the noblest of young men.
"Come in, my friends," said her father, "and join us by the fire for our home is a lonely place without you. Come and sit and we will speak of the old country. What say you friend? What news have you today?"
And the blacksmith replied, "Have you seen those god damned English warships out in the bay?! When the fuck did they get here?! Holy shit, we're screwed! They got, like, fifty cannons on each one of those things. What the fuck are we going to do about that!?
Evangeline caught Gabriel's eye and blushed."
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While it does get fairly active during the expulsion, Evangeline spends the rest of her life aimlessly wandering around being sad over being separated from her boyfriend, Gabriel. Call me a stick in the mud but there wasn't much character development to make me sympathetic. We know almost nothing about their relationship or about them as people. The best description we get is that Evangeline is the 'fairest of maidens' and Gabriel is the 'noblest of boys'. We're supposed to look up to Evangeline for being so dedicated, so unrepenting in her love, but these days her gay best friend would tell her to quit her damn crying because there's a lot of available Yankee dick for the world's fairest maiden.
Oh! Also, there's a moment when she's sailing down the river in Mississippi River (or somewhere) and she meets some of her separated kin. One of them tells her, 'The American south is the fucking best. The land is fertile and it doesn't snow all the damn time. This year, I didn't lose my entire family to famine and/or scurvy and/or bear attacks. I'm so glad we were deported."
Kind of ruins the whole book, doesn't it!? They were pretty happy with the outcome, after all.
Anyway, I was happy to read it and it's a historical text I would highly recommend if you're interested in the topic but yeah, it's pretty weird.
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THE ENTIRE REST OF THE BOOK:
"She walked around and looked at some trees and sometimes thought of Gabriel even though she knew nothing about him because their fathers never allowed them to spend time alone and because women wasn't allowed to express their own thoughts so Gabriel could not reply to them with his thoughts.
She walked around for forty years until there was a plague and she took a job as a nurse and one day there was Gabriel on a cot in the hospital. She cried and he cried and you think she's going to be rewarded for her patience and then he full on dies right there."
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But you got those last ten seconds in, right Evangeline?! Totally acceptable ratio of wandering to boyfriend time. -
During the French & Indian War of the 18th-Century, the British forces decided they couldn’t trust the French settlers of the Canadian Maritime Provinces (Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island) because of their pro-France support. Without warning, the Brits destroyed the towns and villages of the French Acadian people, expelling them and setting fire to their property and killing their livestock. The settlers were forcibly put on ships and sent away, mostly to the American colonies. It was a horrendous event. Of the 14,000 Acadians, more than 11,000 ended up exiled. Today, the Cajuns of Louisiana are the descendants of those exiled Acadians, a pocket of France in the United States.
Until Longfellow wrote this epic poem in the 19th-century, few people knew about the Great Acadian Expulsion. It became the most famous work of the American poet and is also considered the first great American long poem. Longfellow introduces us to the Acadians and their homes, as they go about their daily work. The words are comforting, letting us know these are simple people, focused on their farms and families.
They 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.
But then the BLOODY BRITS arrive and stun the peaceful settlers. We follow the heroine of the poem, a young maiden named Evangeline, who was due to marry her beau before they were exiled. But the two lovers are separated, which means she spends the rest of her days searching for him. It’s a mournful work, although some exiles successfully adapt in the Louisiana bayous. Evangeline is stalwart, determined to find her man. Such is the life of the refugee.
Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow,
Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.
Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard,
In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed.
I really enjoyed this poem and the way it unfolds. To me, it didn’t seem to be a poem, that’s how involved I became with the adventure. Longfellow always seems sad to me, but his descriptions of nature and his admiration of the exiles kept me going. I can understand why it’s a great American masterpiece of verse. Plus, I am biased. My family has Acadian blood, and I am still waiting for my reparations to be paid, by either the Canadians or the BLOODY BRITS. There.
Book Season = Autumn (wail of the forest) -
English has / never / sounded this / good using / dactyls and / spondees.
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"Fairest of all the maids was Evangeline, Benedict's daughter!"
"Noblest of all the youths was Gabriel, son of the blacksmith!"
I remember when my 6th grade teacher introduced this book to our class as a small assignment to understand a part of Canada's history. It was kind of an introduction to our big Canada Projects due at the end of the year. In class, we read a base outline, including only major details. I was almost satisfied with that until I saw the ending. It wasn't there. The part that wasn't there was the part my teacher wanted us to look up. No, it did not include extra credit and what not but I was greatly interested in the book because of its romantic essence
Pretty soon, I got a copy of this epic poem and I'm almost through reading it a second time. This love story makes my heart leap with the poetic language and fluid motions of the words. Even though I was only eleven years old when I read it for the first time, the fascination hasn't worn off yet. I always find something new every time I re-read this. To anyone who has never read an epic poem, this is a good starter. It is direct, but the mind is still excercised. -
I still remember taking this out from the library in the sixth grade and reading it when I stayed home sick from school with a cold. My mother walks into my room and finds me just sobbing over the ending of this poem, absolutely devasted and in love with the story. Twelve years later, it still has my heart.
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I am ashamed to say, for being an Acadian, I never read this before today! I knew the story but reading it was far much better.
Will be definitely adding this to our school curriculum -
I grew up in Louisiana and have a sister named Evangeline, yet I never got around to reading this until today. Overall? meh. But certainly not bad and I can see why people like it. It could make a great opera.
I didn't get a strong sense of rhythm from it, so I can't tell whether he got the right number of syllables in tricky words like Natchitoches and Atchafalaya. -
Longfellow's epic poem, Evangeline, is truly one of the greatest stories I ever read. A hopeless romantic like me would of course be entranced by a love story such as this. Written in dactylic hexameter, in the same style as The Iliad, The Odyssey, and The Aeneid, the poetry flows as smooth as ice on an Acadian lake. Heart wrenching and sad, set against the Great Upheaval of the French Acadians in 1755, while they were forcibly relocated by the British, the story is poignant, and upsetting, given the harsh realities of governments over individuals. Everyone wants to be loved by a person like Evangeline, whose love is so pure, it knows no limits or bounds. This story is a real treat to read, especially out loud, given the beautiful cadence of Longfellow's chosen style.
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Beautiful story, Henry!
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In a word - delightful. That "forest primeval" never fails to send chills down my spine.
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A tragic tale of state power, forced migration, and dispersed families.
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Longfellow has a beautiful way with words and everything flows so naturally and elegantly.
I don’t think I have ever read something quite like it.
I had no really serious problems or issues with this epic poem I only wish that I was able to understand the first half of the story quicker. I also only wish Evangeline would have realized if she stayed were she was the chances of his return was somewhat likely and I also wished her will was stronger. It’s a truly epic love that can hold on for a lifetime to someone that may be dead or married himself (at some point), but there lies my frustration. At a certain point in your life it’s okay to move on and allow yourself some resemblance of happiness even after such a love as Evangeline had. She never seemed happy..
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A beautiful prose poem that stands as one of Longfellow's best loved works and rightfully so.
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I spent almost the entire time reading this wanting to throw it across the room. First because I was frustrated with the style and then because of the actual plot.
I quickly got tired of hearing how fair a maid Evangeline was and how Gabriel was the noblest of all the youths. We get it: they're gorgeous people who're destined to be together. Except...
Cruel Fate has torn them apart. Yeah, that's depressing. Really frustratingly depressing. But this only worked to make me angry, not sympathetic. There are times I'm too literal to just accept certain things and go along with the flow of the story. This happens to be one of those times. Sucks for me.
Poor Evangeline treks across the land following rumors trying to catch up to Gabriel. You know what my parents always taught me when I got lost? Stay in one place. Don't wander. It makes it harder for you to be found. So what does Gabriel do? He wanders. And the only time he stays in one place is when Evangeline stays in one place too hoping he'll come back to that location. Ugh! So much anger. Why does Evangeline hear all these rumors and searches for him but he doesn't seem to be hearing anything about her?
Here's the only passage giving any indication of Gabriel being upset about being parted from Evangeline. And yes, I'm aware that this poem is following Evangeline so we don't get Gabriel's perspective, but still."'Be of good cheer, my child; it is only to-day he
departed.
Foolish boy! he has left me alone with my herds and my
horses.
Moody and restless grown, and tried and troubled, his
spirit
Could no longer endure the calm of this quiet existence.
Thinking ever of thee, uncertain and sorrowful ever,
Ever silent, or speaking only of thee and his troubles,
He at length had become so tedious to men and to
maidens,
Tedious even to me, that at length I bethought me, and
sent him
Unto the town of Adayes to trade for mules with the
Spaniards.'"
Now, about my book version. It's 111 pages including a map of Acadia and an introduction by C. Bruce Fergusson, MA, DPhil. (Oxon.) which is 30 pages long. There are also 12 pages of black and white pictures or illustrations depicting scenes. The map never needs to be referenced to understand or imagine the locations, and I didn't much bother with the introduction because it read like a dull history textbook. -
(Audible)
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.........
It's been a long time since I read Longfellow. I had forgotten the nimble dexterity and precision of words that Longfellow can describe a place, transporting you there so you recognize it even if you've never been there.
The love story between Evangeline and Gabriel may have once been my focus when reading the poem, but now I see them as manifestations of ideas and feelings. The searching, searching, searching and always being a week or two behind summons feelings of having lost one's home--either by moving away or growing up. Things change. We can seek and chase, but it will always be outside our grasp.
The poem is a story of the Acadian people, forced out of Canada and resettling in Louisiana, but it is also a story of America. While there is the physical travels to different geographic areas, there is also the emotional journeys--the longing, the hope, the dedication to helping others.
It's a beautiful poem. Put it on your list and reread it again.
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I discovered this book while shopping at a second hand book store, and I only bought it because the book was absolutely beautiful. I had no intention of actually reading the book, I just wanted it for my old book collection. But the more I started at the cover, the more I wanted to actually read the story - and I'm really glad I did.
I'm trying to get more into poetry, and I haven't been as successful, but this story was really beautiful and easy to read, and I highly recommend it. But then again, I am quite fond of romantic tales:)
First of all, the way my book is structured, the poetry is fairly easy to read. I came across another version of Evangeline, and the way the poetry was written in that book flowed differently. I read the first half of this book aloud just so I could get a handle on the flow of the lines, and then once I figured that out, I could read it in my head - but it sounded much better when being read aloud.
If you are familiar with popular bible stories and images, you should have no trouble understanding this book. -
Truly a sad story written in epic poetry style of a sad time in Canadian history; the Expulsion of the Acadians, the French people who lived and farmed in the Maritime provinces in the the 1700's. The poem flows beautifully through the telling of what life was like for these gentle, caring French families who only wanted to live a simple life in their villages. The British decided they had to leave their farms, their families and their lifestock and in the confusion of loading the villagers onto ships that would drop them along the coast of the United States, families were separated...husband on one ship, wife on another, some children got lost and left behind.
But the main theme of the poem is the story of two young people who were about to be married; Evangeline and Gabriel. They were on different ships and spent the rest of their lives searching for each other. -
I’m just in awe of this poem. How someone could write such a moving piece in so few words has me absolutely floored. I went through all the emotions while reading this, more so than I do on longer works of fiction. It is so well written, with each word carefully chosen to hold its own weight in developing the time, scene, and raw emotion of the story. I just finished, but already want to go back and slowly savor it, again. Evangeline will now always have my heart.
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Beautiful love story about the ideal love of woman with all the flavor of a Romantic-Era work. The poem reads a lot like some of my favorite E.A. Poe love poems except with the added benefit of being a longer ("epic") narrative structure which allows for the characters, plot, and themes to be more fully fleshed out. I also thought the actual historical events of the setting for this poem were fascinating, albeit sad.
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Beautiful, flowing, descriptive: Longfellow's prose is so moving.
Skillfully shaping each dactyl, hexameter keeps the tale flowing,
Causing your thoughts to keep moving beyond their conventional borders. -
That'n made me cry, Pa
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3 stars & 3/10 hearts. The first part of this story is full of beautiful imagery and pathos; the second part is a little less interesting but still readable. The delicate smilies and metaphors, as mentioned, are simply beautiful... especially those of the sea and the stars and the forest. There is a mention of a kiss between Evangeline and Gabriel. Review to be updated.
A Favourite Quote: “Evangeline stood among the guests of her father; / Bright was her face with smiles, and words of welcome and gladness / Fell from her beautiful lips, and blessed the cup as she gave it.”
A Favourite Beautiful Quote: “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.” -
Originally published in 1847, I have an 1893 leatherbound, very used edition that I may have paid a "little" sum for from Abebooks.com online. But, as justification, this little book depicts the plight of the deportation and love lost and found of my ancestry, the Acadians, in poetry form. In this poem, Evangeline is separated from her love during the Great Deportation. She does eventually find him in America, after many of the Acadians found their way to Louisiana, but a little too late. He had found a new love and was married. This poem is well-known throughout our culture. Although, Evangeline is fictional, you will find a memorial and statue of her on the grounds of the St. Martin du Tours Catholic Church in St. Martinville, Louisiana. And you will also find a park on Bayou Teche, also in St. Martinville, with an old, beautiful oak tree named after her as well, "Evangeline Oak".
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This is probably only interesting to me, but I think Randy Newman's "Louisiana 1927" is why I originally read Longfellow's "Evangeline" about six years ago.
"The river rose all day, the river rose all night
Some people got lost in the flood, some people got away alright
The river had busted through clear down to Plaquemines
Six feet of water in the streets of Evangeline.
"Louisiana, Louisiana,
They're trying to wash us away, they're trying to wash us away..."
Newman also wrote a song called "Ma Belle Evangeline," which is sung by Jim Cummings in Disney's The Princess and the Frog.
Weirdly, it turns out that Nathaniel Hawthorne is the one who introduced Longfellow to the history of the Acadians and the story of Evangeline. (I only say "weirdly" because I didn't know that before and I happen to be reading something else by Hawthorne at the moment.) -
A beautiful and romantic poem based in the history of Acadia and the expulsion of 1755. Longfellow deals with many themes, and I particularly enjoyed the Biblical allusions sprinkled throughout. Acadia and Evangeline are highly idealized, but that is part of the charm of this classic poem. My favorite line was near the beginning, when Evangeline is introduced as the prettiest girl in town:
"Many a youth, as he knelt in the church and opened his missal,
Fixed his eyes upon her, as the saint of his deepest devotion;
Happy was he who might touch her hand or the hem of her garment!
Many a suitor came to her door, by the darkness befriended,
And, as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps,
Knew not which beat the louder, his heart or the knocker of iron;" -
I really thought when we had hit about 80% done with this book that we were actually going to make it through without tears. Had to finish it in the car on the way to a soccer game tonight. Autumn was reading aloud with pauses for sobs. I was attempting to keep driving with tears rolling down my cheeks. We were pretty pathetic! The really sad part was that this was a re-read for me and it totally didn't seem to matter. A beautiful story, even if it is heartbreaking.
(Lit assignment this week was Billy Budd which I was dreading reading again. And Autumn wasn't thrilled about reading it. I suggested Evangeline and she jumped at the chance to switch. She's definitely a bigger fan of poetry than novels.)
