The Song of HiawathaThomas Y. Crowell, 1898 - 297 من الصفحات Narrative poem inspired by the North American Indian legends of Hiawatha, the Indian Chief who lived in the 1500's. |
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Algonquin answered arrows beauty beaver behold beneath Big-Sea-Water birch canoe birds bison brother canoe Chibiabos corn-fields cried Dacotahs Dance darkness daughter deer deer-skin doorway earth eyes fasting father fen-lands fiery forest garments gazed Gitche Gumee guests hand hear Heard heart heaven heron Hiawatha Homeward hunter Iagoo Ilmarinen Indian Kabibonokka Kahgahgee Kalevala Kenabeek Kwasind lake Lake Superior land Laughing Water leaped Listen little Hiawatha lodge looked magic maiden maize Manabozho Manito meadow Megissogwon mighty Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis Nahma o'er Ojibways old Nokomis Osseo Oweenee painted Pau-Puk-Keewis pine-trees pleasant prairie river rock round rushing Sailing Sang sea-gulls serpents shadows Shawondasee shining shouted Shuh-shuh-gah sighing silence singing song Song of Hiawatha spake Spirit Star stood stranger sturgeon sunset sunshine sweetheart tresses village voice Wabasso Wabun wampum war-club warriors Wenonah West-Wind westward Whispered wigwam wind words wrestle yellow young
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الصفحة 33 - Flitting through the dusk of evening, With the twinkle of its candle Lighting up the brakes and bushes, And he sang the song of children, Sang the song Nokomis taught him : " Wah-wah-taysee, little fire-fly, Little, flitting, white-fire insect, Little, dancing, white-fire creature, Light me with your little candle, Ere upon my bed I lay me, Ere in sleep I close my eyelids ! " Saw the moon rise from the water Rippling, rounding from the water, Saw the flecks and shadows on it, Whispered,
الصفحة 31 - Ewa-yea ! my little owlet ! Who is this, that lights the wigwam ? With his great eyes lights the wigwam ? Ewa-yea ! my little owlet ! " Many things Nokomis taught him Of the stars that shine in heaven ; Showed him Ishkoodah, the comet, Ishkoodah, with fiery tresses ; Showed the Death-Dance of the spirits, Warriors with their plumes and...
الصفحة 104 - 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...
الصفحة 112 - 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, 0 Minnehaha!
الصفحة 158 - Sun and moon and stars he painted, Man and beast, and fish and reptile, Forests, mountains, lakes, and rivers. For the earth he drew a straight line, For the sky a bow above it ; White the space between for daytime, Filled with little stars for night-time ; On the left a point for sunrise, On the right a point for sunset, On the top a point for noontide, And for rain and cloudy weather Waving lines descending from it.
الصفحة 39 - Strong of arm was Hiawatha; He could shoot ten arrows upward, Shoot them with such strength and swiftness, That the tenth had left the bow-string ' Ere the first to earth had fallen ! / He.
الصفحة 113 - Sat down by his sunny doorway, Murmuring to himself, and saying : " Thus it is our daughters leave us, Those we love, and those who love us ! Just when they have learned to help us, When we are old and lean upon them, Comes a youth with flaunting feathers, With his flute of reeds, a stranger Wanders piping through the village, Beckons to the fairest maiden, And she follows where he leads her, Leaving all things for the stranger ! " 104 Pleasant was the journey homeward, Through interminable forests,...
الصفحة 12 - 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...
الصفحة 30 - 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.
الصفحة 75 - Hiawatha !" Down he hewed the boughs of cedar, Shaped them straightway to a framework, Like two bows he formed and shaped them, Like two bended bows together. " Give me of your roots, O Tamarack ! Of your fibrous roots, O Larch-Tree ! My canoe to bind together, So to bind the ends together That the water may not enter, That the river may not wet me ! " And the Larch, with all its fibres, Shivered in the air of morning, Touched his forehead with its tassels. Said, with one long sigh of sorrow,