The Song of HiawathaHoughton, Mifflin, 1906 - 242 páginas A narrative poem of the life and deeds of the legendary Hiawatha, son of the West Wind. |
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... youth and beauty • Unashamed and unaffrighted Unmolested worked the women Soon they came with caw and clamor Painted many shapes and figures . All the mysteries of painting And they painted on the grave - posts Next the maiden on an ...
... youth and beauty • Unashamed and unaffrighted Unmolested worked the women Soon they came with caw and clamor Painted many shapes and figures . All the mysteries of painting And they painted on the grave - posts Next the maiden on an ...
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... Youth is fiery , age is frosty ; You bring back the days departed , You bring back my youth of passion , And the beautiful Wenonah ! " Many days they talked together , Questioned , listened , waited , answered ; Much the mighty ...
... Youth is fiery , age is frosty ; You bring back the days departed , You bring back my youth of passion , And the beautiful Wenonah ! " Many days they talked together , Questioned , listened , waited , answered ; Much the mighty ...
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... youth approaching , Dressed in garments green and yellow , Coming through the purple twilight , Through the splendor of the sunset ; Plumes of green bent o'er his forehead , And his hair was soft and golden . Standing at the open ...
... youth approaching , Dressed in garments green and yellow , Coming through the purple twilight , Through the splendor of the sunset ; Plumes of green bent o'er his forehead , And his hair was soft and golden . Standing at the open ...
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... youth , and wrestle with me ! " Faint with famine , Hiawatha Started from his bed of branches , From the twilight of his wigwam Forth into the flush of sunset Came , and wrestled with Mondamin ; At his touch he felt new courage ...
... youth , and wrestle with me ! " Faint with famine , Hiawatha Started from his bed of branches , From the twilight of his wigwam Forth into the flush of sunset Came , and wrestled with Mondamin ; At his touch he felt new courage ...
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... youth , with hair dishevelled , Plumage torn , and garments tattered , Dead he lay there in the sunset . And victorious Hiawatha Made the grave as he commanded , Stripped the garments from Mondamin , Stripped his tattered plumage from ...
... youth , with hair dishevelled , Plumage torn , and garments tattered , Dead he lay there in the sunset . And victorious Hiawatha Made the grave as he commanded , Stripped the garments from Mondamin , Stripped his tattered plumage from ...
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answered arrows beauty beaver behold beneath Big-Sea-Water birch canoe birds bison branches breath Chibiabos cornfields cried Dacotahs Dance darkness deer deer-skin doorway eyes feathers fell fiery fish forest garments gayly Gitche Gumee Gitche Manito gleaming hand hear Heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW heron Homeward Iagoo Kabibonokka Kahgahgee Kenabeek Kwasind land Laughing Water leaped LENOX AND TILDEN Listen little Hiawatha lodge Looked magic maiden meadow Megissogwon mighty Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis Nahma o'er old Nokomis Osseo painted Pau-Puk-Keewis Peace-Pipe Pearl-Feather pine-trees pleasant prairie PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR Ravens red deer river rose round rushes Sailed Sang sea-gulls shadows Shawondasee Shingebis shining shouted Shuh-shuh-gah sighing silence singing Smote SONG OF HIAWATHA spake Spirit squirrel Star stood sturgeon sunset sunshine TILDEN FOUNDATIONS trembled tresses village Wabasso Wabun wampum war-club warriors Wenonah West-Wind westward whispered wigwam wind yellow Yenadizze YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Página 17 - Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and Nature, Who believe, that in all ages Every human heart is human, That in even savage bosoms There are longings, yearnings, strivings For the good they comprehend not, That the feeble hands and helpless, Groping blindly in the darkness, Touch God's right hand in that darkness And are lifted up and strengthened; — Listen to this simple story, To this Song of Hiawatha!
Página 66 - 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; But it whispered, bending downward, "Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!
Página 37 - Saw the moon rise from the water, Rippling, rounding from the water, Saw the flecks and shadows on it, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?" And the good Nokomis answered : "Once a warrior, very angry, Seized his grandmother, and threw her Up into the sky at midnight; Right against the moon he threw her; 'Tis her body that you see there." Saw the rainbow in the heaven, In the eastern sky the rainbow, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?
Página 172 - Into Hiawatha's wigwam Came two other guests, as silent As the ghosts were, and as gloomy, Waited not to be invited, Did not parley at the doorway, Sat there without word of welcome In the seat of Laughing Water; Looked with haggard eyes and hollow At the face of Laughing Water. And the foremost said: "Behold me! I am Famine, Bukadawin!" And the other said: "Behold me! I am Fever, Ahkosewin!
Página 38 - Of all beasts he learned the language, Learned their names and all their secrets, 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 "Hiawatha's Brothers.
Página 173 - she said ; " I hear a rushing, Hear a roaring and a rushing, Hear the Falls of Minnehaha Calling to me from a distance ! "
Página 91 - Over wide and rushing rivers In his arms he bore the maiden; Light he thought her as a feather, As the plume upon his head-gear; Cleared the tangled pathway for her, Bent aside the swaying branches, Made at night a lodge of branches, And a bed with boughs of hemlock, And a fire before the doorway With the dry cones of the pine-tree.
Página 39 - Then, upon one knee uprising, Hiawatha aimed an arrow ; Scarce a twig moved with his motion, Scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled. But the wary roebuck started, Stamped with all his hoofs together, Listened with one foot uplifted, Leaped as if to meet the arrow ; Ah ! the singing, fatal arrow, Like a wasp it buzzed and stung him...
Página 181 - I beheld, too, in that vision All the secrets of the future, Of the distant days that shall be. I beheld the westward marches Of the unknown, crowded nations. All the land was full of people, Restless, struggling, toiling, striving, Speaking many tongues, yet feeling But one heart-beat in their bosoms. In the woodlands rang their axes, Smoked their towns in all the valleys, Over all the lakes and rivers Rushed their great canoes of thunder.