The Song of HiawathaDavid Bogue, 1855 - 316 من الصفحات In the Summer of 1854, Longfellow wrote in his diary: "I have at length hit upon a plan for a poem on the American Indians, which seems to me the right one and the only. It is to weave together their beautiful traditions as whole." What emerged the next year was "The Song of Hiawatha," a composite of legends, folklore, myth, and characters that presents, in short, lilting trochees (who can forget "By the shore of Gitche Gumme / By the shining Big-Sea-Water"?), the life-story of a real Indian, who provides the focus for the narrative thread of this epic drama of high adventure, tragedy, and conflict. The aim was not to tell a particular or specific story, but to unite the strands of various Indian legends, to present a sympathetic portrait of many Native American tribes, and especially to disclose their profound relationship with the natural world. This when both government policies and an expanding, land-hungry population were just initiating their inexorable campaign of displacement and annihilation. The poem received a decidedly mixed reception. Our own Boston Traveller revealed its biases: "We cannot help but express our regret that our own pet national poet should not have selected as a theme of his muse something better and higher than the silly legends of the savage aborigines." Despite this, the poem entered into our canon of great narratives, and was revived again in 1891 when Remington, surely the most renowned artist of the West, provided over 400 newly commissioned pen and ink drawings. This handsome, new, and freshly reset edition (the only unabridged version in print) presents the full text and includes the original Remington illustrations as well as a glossary of the Indian names and their meanings. Book jacket. |
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... figures ; From the margin of the river Took a long reed for a pipe - stem , With its dark green leaves upon it ; Filled the pipe with bark of willow , With the bark of the red willow ; Breathed upon the neighboring forest , Made its ...
... figures ; From the margin of the river Took a long reed for a pipe - stem , With its dark green leaves upon it ; Filled the pipe with bark of willow , With the bark of the red willow ; Breathed upon the neighboring forest , Made its ...
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... figure , 66 Saying , " O my Hiawatha ! Is there anything can harm you ? Anything you are afraid of ? " But the wary Hiawatha Paused awhile , as if uncertain , Held his peace , as if resolving , And then HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS . 55.
... figure , 66 Saying , " O my Hiawatha ! Is there anything can harm you ? Anything you are afraid of ? " But the wary Hiawatha Paused awhile , as if uncertain , Held his peace , as if resolving , And then HIAWATHA AND MUDJEKEEWIS . 55.
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... compassion on you , Given you back your youth and beauty , Into birds of various plumage Changed your sisters and their husbands ; Changed them thus because they mocked you , In the figure of the old man , In that 166 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA .
... compassion on you , Given you back your youth and beauty , Into birds of various plumage Changed your sisters and their husbands ; Changed them thus because they mocked you , In the figure of the old man , In that 166 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. In the figure of the old man , In that aspect sad and wrinkled , Could not see your heart of passion , Could not see your youth immortal ; Only Oweenee , the faithful , Saw your naked heart and loved you ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. In the figure of the old man , In that aspect sad and wrinkled , Could not see your heart of passion , Could not see your youth immortal ; Only Oweenee , the faithful , Saw your naked heart and loved you ...
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... figures painted ; Who are in those graves we know not , Only know they are our fathers . Of what kith they are and kindred , From what old , ancestral Totem , Be it Eagle , Bear , or Beaver , They descended , this we know not , Only ...
... figures painted ; Who are in those graves we know not , Only know they are our fathers . Of what kith they are and kindred , From what old , ancestral Totem , Be it Eagle , Bear , or Beaver , They descended , this we know not , Only ...
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50 cents adventures answered arrows beauty beaver behold beneath Big-Sea-Water birch canoe birds bison branches Chibiabos Cloth corn-fields cried Dacotahs Dance darkness deer deer-skin doorway eyes feathers fen-lands fiery fish forest garments gayly gazed 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 morning 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 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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الصفحة 45 - 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!
الصفحة 3 - Should you ask me whence these stories, Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest, With the dew and damp of meadows, With the curling smoke of wigwams, With the rushing of great rivers, With their frequent repetitions, And their wild reverberations As of thunder in the mountains, I should answer, I should tell you : From the forests and the prairies; From the great lakes of the Northland, From the land of the Ojibways...
الصفحة 38 - 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 90 - 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...
الصفحة 81 - All the many sounds of nature Borrowed sweetness from his singing; All the hearts of men were softened By the pathos of his music; For he sang of peace and freedom, Sang of beauty, love, and longing; Sang of death, and life undying In the Islands of the Blessed, In the kingdom of Ponemah, In the land of the Hereafter.
الصفحة 124 - With the crimson tuft of feathers, With the blood-red crest of Mama. But the wealth of Megissogwon, All the trophies of the battle, He divided with his people, Shared it equally among them. X. HIAWATHA'S WOOING. " 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 45 - ... Leaped as if to meet the arrow ; Ah ! the singing, fatal arrow, Like a wasp it buzzed and stung him ! Dead he lay there in the forest, By the ford across the river ; Beat his timid heart no longer, But the heart of Hiawatha Throbbed and shouted and exulted, As he bore the red deer homeward, And lagoo and Nokomis Hailed his coming with applauses. From the red deer's hide Nokomis Made a cloak for Hiawatha, From the red deer's flesh Nokomis Made a banquet in his honor. All the village came and feasted,...
الصفحة 77 - And still later, when the Autumn Changed the long, green leaves to yellow, And the soft and juicy kernels Grew like wampum hard and yellow, Then the ripened ears he gathered, Stripped the withered husks from off them, As he once had stripped the wrestler, Gave the first Feast of Mondamin, And made known unto the people This new gift of the Great Spirit.
الصفحة 89 - Hiawatha!" With his knife the tree he girdled; Just beneath its lowest branches, Just above the roots, he cut it, Till the sap came oozing outward; Down the trunk, from top to bottom, Sheer he cleft the bark asunder, With a wooden wedge he raised it, Stripped it from the trunk unbroken. "Give me of your boughs, 0 Cedar! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me!
الصفحة 91 - 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, "Take them all, O Hiawatha!" From the earth he tore the fibres, Tore the tough roots of the Larch-tree, Closely sewed the bark together, Bound it closely to the framework, "Give me of your balm, O Fir-tree! Of your balsam and your resin, So...