The Indian Princess, Me-nung-gah: And Other PoemsR. G. Badger, 1912 - 148 pages |
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... killed a wild deer , Blowing lightning from your nostrils , Followed by a sound of thunder ? If you represent Wah ... kill the Pawnee , As you saw him slay the wild deer , With the sound of his Wah - ho - tah . Women ! bring ye hither ...
... killed a wild deer , Blowing lightning from your nostrils , Followed by a sound of thunder ? If you represent Wah ... kill the Pawnee , As you saw him slay the wild deer , With the sound of his Wah - ho - tah . Women ! bring ye hither ...
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... kill For the words that you have spoken ! You , who always have stood by him , Counseled him with words of wisdom ; Taught him how to win his battles ; Said he'd rend your heart asunder If you dare again oppose him ; This is why I came ...
... kill For the words that you have spoken ! You , who always have stood by him , Counseled him with words of wisdom ; Taught him how to win his battles ; Said he'd rend your heart asunder If you dare again oppose him ; This is why I came ...
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... kill me , Kill his old friend , Wah - kun - dah - gee , Who have been a father to him , Since the day his father perished In a battle with the Pawnees , Long ago , now twenty winters ? There can be no doubt he said it , Else my friend ...
... kill me , Kill his old friend , Wah - kun - dah - gee , Who have been a father to him , Since the day his father perished In a battle with the Pawnees , Long ago , now twenty winters ? There can be no doubt he said it , Else my friend ...
Page 49
... , the Pawnees , Or the Indians from the mountains Killed and captured all the Kon - zas ? Straggling bands of aged Kon - zas Who had left young Shon - ga - sob - ba Then came in and told the story Of the new tribe of Wah - shah - sha 49.
... , the Pawnees , Or the Indians from the mountains Killed and captured all the Kon - zas ? Straggling bands of aged Kon - zas Who had left young Shon - ga - sob - ba Then came in and told the story Of the new tribe of Wah - shah - sha 49.
Page 53
... Killed the game , cared for the horses , Made the pipes and bows and arrows . Women " jerked " and cured the wild meat ; Cut and plaited strips of bison , Wove them in and out together As the old time frontier settlers Wove their ...
... Killed the game , cared for the horses , Made the pipes and bows and arrows . Women " jerked " and cured the wild meat ; Cut and plaited strips of bison , Wove them in and out together As the old time frontier settlers Wove their ...
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beautiful braves and warriors brooklet brother called CANTO chief Wah-tun-gah chiefs and braves chieftain CHRYSANTHEMUM Cleveland in Ohio cold and drear conquer corn pone Cripple Creek danger dare daughter dear deer dreams Drive E'er earth fair Me-nung-gah father fear feast field of battle flowers fought friends gems grow hated Pawnees hear heart herds of bison hill-top INDIAN PRINCESS JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY JULIA DENT GRANT Kansas kill land Lest Listen live lover loyal maiden marching mighty Mo-sho-jah morning mother mountain nation Ne-blas-ka never night once great tribe pale-faced stranger PAPOOSE plains Pon-cas ponies river Santa Claus Santa Fe Trail scalp-lock scalped Shon-ga-sob-ba slay smile soon sorrow spare ribs splendor stop at Cripple story strife sweet tell things thought told tribe of Kon-zas valley whence wife wigwam wild winter wish I knew woman women wonder young chief young Wah-ho-bec-ca
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Page 77 - MASTER of human destinies am I! Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace— soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate! If sleeping, wake — if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate, And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate, Condemned to failure, penury, and woe, Seek me in vain and...
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