The courtship of Miles Standish. Birds of passage. The song of HiawathaJ. R. Osgood & Company, 1873 |
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Side 14
... o'er the well - worn leaves , where thumb- marks thick on the margin , Like the trample of feet , proclaimed the battle was hottest , Nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling , Busily writing epistles ...
... o'er the well - worn leaves , where thumb- marks thick on the margin , Like the trample of feet , proclaimed the battle was hottest , Nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling , Busily writing epistles ...
Side 26
... o'er the graves of the dead and the hearths of the living , It is the will of the Lord ; and his mercy endureth forever ! " So he entered the house : and the hum of the wheel and the singing Suddenly ceased ; for Priscilla , aroused by ...
... o'er the graves of the dead and the hearths of the living , It is the will of the Lord ; and his mercy endureth forever ! " So he entered the house : and the hum of the wheel and the singing Suddenly ceased ; for Priscilla , aroused by ...
Side 34
... o'er fields of dulse , and measureless mead- ows of sea - grass , Blowing o'er rocky wastes , and the grottos and gardens of ocean ! Lay thy cold , moist hand on my burning forehead , and wrap me Close in thy garments of mist , to allay ...
... o'er fields of dulse , and measureless mead- ows of sea - grass , Blowing o'er rocky wastes , and the grottos and gardens of ocean ! Lay thy cold , moist hand on my burning forehead , and wrap me Close in thy garments of mist , to allay ...
Side 36
... o'er the ocean , this dreary land will abandon , Her whom I may not love , and him whom my heart has offended . Better to be in my grave in the green old church- yard in England , Close by my mother's side , and among the dust of my ...
... o'er the ocean , this dreary land will abandon , Her whom I may not love , and him whom my heart has offended . Better to be in my grave in the green old church- yard in England , Close by my mother's side , and among the dust of my ...
Side 46
... o'er the sea , and leaving them here in the desert . Foremost among them was Alden . All night he had lain without slumber , Turning and tossing about in the heat and unrest of his fever . He had beheld Miles Standish , who came back ...
... o'er the sea , and leaving them here in the desert . Foremost among them was Alden . All night he had lain without slumber , Turning and tossing about in the heat and unrest of his fever . He had beheld Miles Standish , who came back ...
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answered arrows beautiful beaver behold beneath Big-Sea-Water birch canoe birds bison breath Captain Chibiabos corn-fields cried Dacotahs Dance darkness dead deer deer-skin doorway eyes father fell fiery forest garments Gitche Gitche Gumee Gleamed grave guests hand hear Heard heart heaven Hiawatha Homeward Iagoo Indian John Alden Kahgahgee Kenabeek Kwasind lake land Laughing Water leaped Listen little Hiawatha lodge look magic maiden maize Manito meadow mighty Miles Standish Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis Nahma night o'er old Nokomis Osseo painted Pau-Puk-Keewis pine-trees pleasant Plymouth prairie Priscilla river rock rose round rushes sailed Sandalphon Sang Saying sea-gulls shadow Shawondasee shining shouted Shuh-shuh-gah sighing silent singing smile song Song of Hiawatha spake Spirit Star stood sturgeon sunshine sweet thoughts tresses Victor Galbraith village voice Wabasso Wabun wampum war-club warriors waves Wenonah West-Wind whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words yellow youth
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Side 123 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Side 193 - Kept the dark mould soft above it, Kept it clean from weeds and insects, Drove away, with scoffs and shoutings, Kahgahgee, the king of ravens. Till at length a small green feather From the earth shot slowly upward, Then another and another, And before the summer ended Stood the maize in all its beauty, With its shining robes about it, And its long, soft, yellow tresses ; And in rapture Hiawatha Cried aloud, " It is Mondamin ! " Yes, the friend of man, Mondamin...
Side 112 - I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea.
Side 146 - Ye who love a nation's legends, Love the ballads of a people, That like voices from afar off Call to us to pause and listen, Speak in tones so plain and childlike, Scarcely can the ear distinguish Whether they are sung or spoken...
Side 172 - 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 ! " Sang the robin, the Opechee, Sang the blue-bird, the Owaissa,
Side 170 - 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,
Side 134 - Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks ? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead...
Side 30 - If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me, Why does he not come himself, and take the trouble to woo me ? If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning...
Side 132 - And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day • The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
Side 231 - This was Hiawatha's wooing! Thus it was he won the daughter Of the ancient Arrow-maker, In the land of the Dacotahs! From the wigwam he departed, Leading with him Laughing Water; Hand in hand they went together, Through the woodland and the meadow, Left the old man standing lonely At the doorway of his wigwam, Heard the Falls of Minnehaha Calling to them from the distance, Crying to them from afar off, 'Fare thee well, O Minnehaha!