The Song of HiawathaTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 316 páginas Describes in verse the boyhood of the legendary Iroquois Indian, Hiawatha. |
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... with me , And the Master of Life , who sees us , He will give to you the triumph ! " Then he smiled , and said : " To - morrow Is the last day of your conflict , Is the last day of your fasting . You will 72 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA .
... with me , And the Master of Life , who sees us , He will give to you the triumph ! " Then he smiled , and said : " To - morrow Is the last day of your conflict , Is the last day of your fasting . You will 72 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA .
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... very strong man , Kwasind . Long they lived in peace together , Spake with naked hearts together , Pondering much and much contriving How the tribes of men might prosper . 90 VII . HIAWATHA'S SAILING . " GIVE me of HIAWATHA'S FRIENDS . 89.
... very strong man , Kwasind . Long they lived in peace together , Spake with naked hearts together , Pondering much and much contriving How the tribes of men might prosper . 90 VII . HIAWATHA'S SAILING . " GIVE me of HIAWATHA'S FRIENDS . 89.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 90 VII . HIAWATHA'S SAILING . " GIVE me of your bark , O Birch - Tree ! Of your yellow bark , O Birch - Tree ! Growing by the rushing river , Tall and stately in the valley ! I a light canoe will build me ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 90 VII . HIAWATHA'S SAILING . " GIVE me of your bark , O Birch - Tree ! Of your yellow bark , O Birch - Tree ! Growing by the rushing river , Tall and stately in the valley ! I a light canoe will build me ...
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... Give me of your boughs , O Cedar ! Of your strong and pliant branches , My canoe to make more steady , Make more strong and firm beneath me ! ” Through the summit of the Cedar Went a sound , a cry of horror , Went a murmur of resistance ...
... Give me of your boughs , O Cedar ! Of your strong and pliant branches , My canoe to make more steady , Make more strong and firm beneath me ! ” Through the summit of the Cedar Went a sound , a cry of horror , Went a murmur of resistance ...
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... Give me of your balm , O Fir - Tree ! Of your balsam and your resin , So to close the seams together That the water may not enter , That the river may not wet me ! " And the Fir - Tree , tall and sombre , Sobbed through all its robes of ...
... Give me of your balm , O Fir - Tree ! Of your balsam and your resin , So to close the seams together That the water may not enter , That the river may not wet me ! " And the Fir - Tree , tall and sombre , Sobbed through all its robes of ...
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50 cents answered arrows beauty beaver behold beneath Big-Sea-Water birch canoe birds bison branches Chibiabos Cloth corn-fields cried Dacotahs Dance darkness daughter deer deer-skin doorway eyes feathers fen-lands fiery fish forest garments gayly Gitche Gumee Gitche Manito guests hand Heard heart heaven heron Homeward hunter Iagoo Indian Kabibonokka Kahgahgee Kenabeek Kwasind lake Lake Superior land Laughing Water leaped Listen little Hiawatha lodge looked magic Magicians maiden maize Manito meadow Megissogwon mighty Minnehaha Mondamin Moon mountains Mudjekeewis Nahma night o'er old Nokomis Osseo Oweenee painted Pau-Puk-Keewis pine-trees pleasant POEMS prairie Price 50 Price 75 cents Ravens red deer river rose round rushes sailing Sang sea-gulls serpents shadows Shawondasee shining shouted Shuh-shuh-gah sighing silence singing Song of Hiawatha spake Spirit Star stood sturgeon sunset sunshine tree-tops tresses tribes village Wabasso Wabun wampum war-club warriors Wenonah West-Wind westward whispered wigwam wind yellow Yenadizze
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Página 127 - As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows, Useless each without the other...
Página 41 - Running straight across the heavens, Crowded with the ghosts, the shadows. At the door on summer evenings Sat the little Hiawatha ; Heard the whispering of the pine-trees, Heard the lapping of the water, Sounds of music, words of wonder ; " Minne-wawa ! " said the pine-trees, " Mudway-aushka !
Página 39 - By the shores of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis, Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.
Página 45 - Go, my son, into the forest, Where the red deer herd together, Kill for us a famous roebuck, Kill for us a deer with antlers ! " Forth into the forest straightway All alone walked Hiawatha Proudly, with his bow and arrows ; And the birds sang round him, o'er him, " Do not shoot us, Hiawatha !
Página 40 - Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled , old Nokomis Nursed the little Hiawatha, Rocked him in his linden cradle , Bedded soft in moss and rushes , Safely bound with reindeer sinews ; Stilled his fretful wail by saying, " Hush ! the Naked Bear will get thee ! " Lulled him into slumber, singing, "Ewa-yea! my little owlet!
Página 8 - Ye, who sometimes, in your rambles Through the green lanes of the country, Where the tangled barberry-bushes Hang their tufts of crimson berries Over stone walls gray with mosses, Pause by some neglected graveyard, For a while to muse, and ponder...
Página 17 - If his warnings pass unheeded, You will fade away and perish ! " Bathe now in the stream before you, Wash the war-paint from your faces, Wash the blood-stains from your fingers, Bury your war-clubs and your weapons, Break the red stone from this quarry, Mould and make it into PeacePipes, Take the reeds that grow beside you, Deck them with your brightest feathers, Smoke the calumet 'together, And as brothers live henceforward...
Página 44 - How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them
Página 263 - O the famine and the fever ! O the wasting of the famine ! O the blasting of the fever ! O the wailing of the children ! O the anguish of the women ! All the earth was sick and famished ; Hungry was the air around them, Hungry was the sky above them, And the hungry stars in heaven Like the eyes of wolves glared at them!