The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: With Bibliographical and Critical Notes, المجلد 2Houghton, Mifflin, 1895 |
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Acadian answered arrows Basil beauty beaver behold beneath Big-Sea-Water birch canoe birds breath Captain Chibiabos cornfields cried Dacotahs darkness deer deer-skin doorway Evangeline eyes face father fell forest Gabriel gazed Gitche Gitche Gumee Gleamed Grand-Pré grave guests hand heard heart heaven hexameter Hiawatha Homeward Iagoo Indian John Alden Kahgahgee Kenabeek Kwasind lake land Laughing Water leaped Line listened little Hiawatha lodge looked magic maiden maize Manito Mayflower meadow mighty Miles Standish Minneha Minnehaha Mondamin moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis Nahma night o'er old Nokomis Osseo passed Pau-Puk-Keewis pine-trees Plymouth poem prairie Priscilla river rose round rushes sailed Sang shadow shining shore shouted sigh silent singing slowly smile song Song of Hiawatha sorrow sound spake Spirit Star stood sturgeon sunshine sweet tresses unto village voice Wabasso waited wampum war-club warriors Wenonah West-Wind whispered wigwam wild wind wonder words yellow
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الصفحة 19 - The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
الصفحة 21 - West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain ; and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended.
الصفحة 23 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses!
الصفحة 116 - 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!
الصفحة 115 - 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...
الصفحة 61 - When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed, Bearing a nation, with all its household gods, into exile, Exile without an end, and without an example in story. Far asunder, on separate coasts, the Acadians landed; Scattered were they, like flakes of snow, . when the wind from the northeast Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of Newfoundland.
الصفحة 133 - 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 hear thee!" Lulled him into slumber, singing, "Ewa-yea! my little owlet!
الصفحة 138 - 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 ! 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...
الصفحة 96 - Now in the Tents of Grace of the meek Moravian Missions, Now in the noisy camps and the battle-fields of the army, Now in secluded hamlets, in towns and populous cities.
الصفحة 352 - Part III. p. 314, may be found the Iroquois form of the tradition, derived from the verbal narrations of an Onondaga chief. Into this old tradition I have woven other curious Indian legends, drawn chiefly from the various and valuable writings of Mr. Schoolcraft, to whom the literary world is greatly indebted for his indefatigable zeal in rescuing from oblivion so much of the legendary lore of the Indians. The scene of the poem is among the Ojibways on the southern shore of Lake Superior, in the...