The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Evangeline, Song of Hiawatha, Courtship of Miles StandishHoughton, Mifflin, 1886 |
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... lodge , in the hush of the twilight , Breathed like the evening wind , and whispered love to the maiden , Till she followed his green and waving plume through the forest , And nevermore returned , nor was seen again by her people ...
... lodge , in the hush of the twilight , Breathed like the evening wind , and whispered love to the maiden , Till she followed his green and waving plume through the forest , And nevermore returned , nor was seen again by her people ...
Page 95
... point to the north , as true as the magnet ; It is the compass - flower , that the finger of God has suspended Here on its fragile stalk , to direct the traveller's journey Gabriel had his lodge by the banks of the Saginaw EVANGELINE 95.
... point to the north , as true as the magnet ; It is the compass - flower , that the finger of God has suspended Here on its fragile stalk , to direct the traveller's journey Gabriel had his lodge by the banks of the Saginaw EVANGELINE 95.
Page 96
... lodge deserted and fallen to ruin ! Thus did the long sad years glide on , and in sea- sons and places Divers and distant far was seen the wandering maiden ; Now in the Tents of Grace of the meek Moravian Missions , Now in the noisy ...
... lodge deserted and fallen to ruin ! Thus did the long sad years glide on , and in sea- sons and places Divers and distant far was seen the wandering maiden ; Now in the Tents of Grace of the meek Moravian Missions , Now in the noisy ...
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... you ask where Nawadaha Found these songs so wild and wayward , Found these legends and traditions , I should answer , I should tell you , " In the bird's - nests of the forest , In the lodges of the beaver , In the hoof INTRODUCTION.
... you ask where Nawadaha Found these songs so wild and wayward , Found these legends and traditions , I should answer , I should tell you , " In the bird's - nests of the forest , In the lodges of the beaver , In the hoof INTRODUCTION.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. In the lodges of the beaver , In the hoof - prints of the bison , In the eyry of the eagle ! " All the wild - fowl sang them to him , In the moorlands and the fen - lands , In the melancholy marshes ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. In the lodges of the beaver , In the hoof - prints of the bison , In the eyry of the eagle ! " All the wild - fowl sang them to him , In the moorlands and the fen - lands , In the melancholy marshes ...
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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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Page 106 - Dwells another race, with other customs and language. Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic Linger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom. In the fisherman's cot the wheel and the loom are still busy ; Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles of homespun, And by the evening fire repeat Evangeline's story, While from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced, neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate...
Page 295 - Thus made answer and spake, or rather stammered than answered : "Such a message as that, I am sure I should mangle and mar it; If you would have it well done, — I am only repeating your maxim, — You must do it yourself, you must not leave it to others...
Page 134 - 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!
Page 19 - Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman...
Page 103 - And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning. Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish, That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows.
Page 74 - Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen. Plaintive at first were the tones and sad: then soaring to madness Seemed they to follow or guide the revel of frenzied Bacchantes. Single notes were then heard, in sorrowful, low lamentation ; Till, having gathered them all, he flung them...
Page 264 - I hear a rushing, Hear a roaring and a rushing, Hear the Falls of Minnehaha Calling to me from a distance !
Page 63 - Sometimes in churchyards strayed, and gazed on the crosses and tombstones, Sat by some nameless grave, and thought that perhaps in its bosom He was already at rest, and she longed to slumber beside him.
Page 192 - From the sky the moon looked at them, Filled the lodge with mystic splendors, Whispered to them, " O my children, Day is restless, night is quiet, Man imperious, woman feeble ; Half is mine, although I follow ; Rule by patience, Laughing Water ! " Thus it was they journeyed homeward ; Thus it was that Hiawatha To the lodge of old Nokomis Brought the moonlight, starlight, firelight, Brought the sunshine of his people, Minnehaha, Laughing Water, Handsomest of all the women In the land of the Dacotahs,...
Page 69 - Sailed on those gloomy and midnight streams, blew a blast on his bugle. Wild through the dark colonnades and corridors leafy the blast rang, Breaking the seal of silence, and giving tongues to the forest. Soundless above them the banners of moss just stirred to the music. Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance, Over the watery floor, and beneath the reverberant branches...