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... Tamenund , now , though a man so old that few remember when he was in his prime - Tamenund lets nothing escape look , which is more like the scent of a hound than his the sight of an eye . Then Uncas , the father of Chingachgook , and ...
... Tamenund , now , though a man so old that few remember when he was in his prime - Tamenund lets nothing escape look , which is more like the scent of a hound than his the sight of an eye . Then Uncas , the father of Chingachgook , and ...
Page 71
... Tamenund came under his glance , his eye became as fixed as though all other objects were already forgotten . Then advancing , with a slow and noiseless step , he placed himself before the footstool of the sage . 66 4. With what tongue ...
... Tamenund came under his glance , his eye became as fixed as though all other objects were already forgotten . Then advancing , with a slow and noiseless step , he placed himself before the footstool of the sage . 66 4. With what tongue ...
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... Tamenund has heard their song . " 8. The sage started , and bent his head aside , as if to catch the fleeting sounds of some passing melody . " Does Tamenund dream ? " he exclaimed . " What voice is at his ear ? Have the winters gone ...
... Tamenund has heard their song . " 8. The sage started , and bent his head aside , as if to catch the fleeting sounds of some passing melody . " Does Tamenund dream ? " he exclaimed . " What voice is at his ear ? Have the winters gone ...
Page 73
... Tamenund . Then a cry of anger burst at once from the united lips of the nation . In the midst of these savage yells , a chief proclaimed in a high voice that the captive was condemned to endure the dreadful trial of torture by fire ...
... Tamenund . Then a cry of anger burst at once from the united lips of the nation . In the midst of these savage yells , a chief proclaimed in a high voice that the captive was condemned to endure the dreadful trial of torture by fire ...
Page 74
... Tamenund sat in judgment on him , and then gave him up to the warriors to be punished as he deserved . On stripping the prisoner's hunting - shirt from his body , the Delawares saw marked on his breast the figure of a tortoise ...
... Tamenund sat in judgment on him , and then gave him up to the warriors to be punished as he deserved . On stripping the prisoner's hunting - shirt from his body , the Delawares saw marked on his breast the figure of a tortoise ...
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Page 186 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, — do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 186 - Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair.
Page 184 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 192 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While, in his softened looks, benignly blend The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend. Here woman reigns ; the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ! In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures...
Page 183 - Wild is thy lay and loud Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 175 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song, Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Page 196 - To Tubal Cain came many a one, As he wrought by his roaring fire, And each one prayed for a strong steel blade As the crown of his desire. And he made them weapons sharp and strong, Till they shouted loud for glee, And gave him gifts of pearls and gold, And spoils of the forest free.
Page 186 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Page 176 - Ye of the rose lip and dew-bright eye, And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly ! With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay. Away from the dwellings of care-worn men, The waters are sparkling in grove and glen...
Page 197 - And for many a day old Tubal Cain Sat brooding o'er his woe; And his hand forbore to smite the ore, And his furnace smouldered low. But he rose at last with a cheerful face, And a bright courageous eye, And bared his strong right arm for work, While the quick flames mounted high. And he sang — "Hurrah for my handiwork!" And the red sparks lit the air; "Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made,' And he fashioned the first ploughshare.