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leaving us heirs to amplest heritages
of all the best thoughts of the greatest sages
and giving tongues unto the silent dead | img2poems |
take them o death
and bear away
whatever thou canst call thine own | img2poems |
our little life is but a gust
that bends the branches of thy tree
and trails its blossoms in the dust | img2poems |
like the beloved john
to lay his head upon the saviour's breast
and thus to journey on | img2poems |
tell us of this nawadaha
i should answer your inquiries
straightway in such words as follow | img2poems |
gitche manito the mighty
the great spirit the creator
smiled upon his helpless children | img2poems |
thus was slain the mishe-mokwa
he the great bear of the mountains
he the terror of the nations | img2poems |
no more work and no more weeping
wahonowin
wahonowin | img2poems |
lulled him into slumber singing
ewa-yea
my little owlet | img2poems |
saw the rainbow in the heaven
in the eastern sky the rainbow
whispered what is that nokomis | img2poems |
sang the robin the opechee
sang the bluebird the owaissa
do not shoot us hiawatha | img2poems |
all the village came and feasted
all the guests praised hiawatha
called him strong-heart soan-ge-taha | img2poems |
welcome
said he hiawatha
to the kingdom of the west-wind | img2poems |
ah kaween
said mudjekeewis
no indeed i will not touch it | img2poems |
hold
at length cried mudjekeewis
hold my son my hiawatha | img2poems |
i have put you to this trial
but to know and prove your courage
now receive the prize of valor | img2poems |
then he smiled and said: to-morrow
is the last day of your conflict
is the last day of your fasting | img2poems |
lazy kwasind
said his mother
in my work you never help me | img2poems |
in the coldest days of winter
i must break the ice for fishing
with my nets you never help me | img2poems |
at the door my nets are hanging
dripping freezing with the water
go and wring them yenadizze | img2poems |
of your strong and pliant branches
my canoe to make more steady
make more strong and firm beneath me | img2poems |
i will make a necklace of them
make a girdle for my beauty
and two stars to deck her bosom | img2poems |
take my bait cried hiawatha
down into the depths beneath him
take my bait o sturgeon nahma | img2poems |
you are ugudwash the sun-fish
you are not the fish i wanted
you are not the king of fishes | img2poems |
then began the greatest battle
that the sun had ever looked on
that the war-birds ever witnessed | img2poems |
still dissuading said nokomis
bring not to my lodge a stranger
from the land of the dacotahs | img2poems |
thus it was he won the daughter
of the ancient arrow-maker
in the land of the dacotahs | img2poems |
sang the robin the opechee
happy are you laughing water
having such a noble husband | img2poems |
barred with streaks of red and yellow
streaks of blue and bright vermilion
shone the face of pau-puk-keewis | img2poems |
over it the star of evening
melts and trembles through the purple
hangs suspended in the twilight | img2poems |
you shall hear a tale of wonder
hear the story of osseo
son of the evening star osseo | img2poems |
and her lovers the rejected
handsome men with belts of wampum
handsome men with paint and feathers | img2poems |
changed into a weak old woman
with a staff she tottered onward
wasted wrinkled old and ugly | img2poems |
and behold
the earthen kettles
all were changed to bowls of silver | img2poems |
't was no bird he saw before him
't was a beautiful young woman
with the arrow in her bosom | img2poems |
in those days said hiawatha
lo
how all things fade and perish | img2poems |
very crafty very cunning
is the creeping spirit of evil
was the meaning of this symbol | img2poems |
then the figure seated singing
playing on a drum of magic
and the interpretation listen | img2poems |
when i speak the wigwam trembles
shakes the sacred lodge with terror
hands unseen begin to shake it | img2poems |
ay
why do the living said they
lay such heavy burdens on us | img2poems |
i will slay this pau-puk-keewis
slay this mischief-maker
said he | img2poems |
make me large said pau-puk-keewis
make me large and make me larger
larger than the other beavers | img2poems |
here they made him large and larger
made him largest of the beavers
ten times larger than the others | img2poems |
death to kwasind
was the sudden
war-cry of the little people | img2poems |
then he turned and saw the strangers
cowering crouching with the shadows
said within himself who are they | img2poems |
but he questioned not the strangers
only spake to bid them welcome
to his lodge his food his fireside | img2poems |
from the realms of chibiabos
hither have we come to try you
hither have we come to warn you | img2poems |
we are but a burden to you
and we see that the departed
have no place among the living | img2poems |
cried he with his face uplifted
in that bitter hour of anguish
give your children food o father | img2poems |
no my child
said old nokomis
't is the night-wind in the pine-trees | img2poems |
in his lodge beside a river
close beside a frozen river
sat an old man sad and lonely | img2poems |
ah my son
exclaimed the old man
happy are my eyes to see you | img2poems |
at each other looked the warriors
looked the women at each other
smiled and said it cannot be so | img2poems |
from its mouth he said to greet him
came waywassimo the lightning
came the thunder annemeekee | img2poems |
gitche manito the mighty
the great spirit the creator
sends them hither on his errand | img2poems |
i beheld too in that vision
all the secrets of the future
of the distant days that shall be | img2poems |
or the white goose waw-be-wawa
with the water dripping flashing
from its glossy neck and feathers | img2poems |
i am going o nokomis
on a long and distant journey
to the portals of the sunset | img2poems |
and the forests dark and lonely
moved through all their depths of darkness
sighed farewell o hiawatha | img2poems |
and the waves upon the margin
rising rippling on the pebbles
sobbed farewell o hiawatha | img2poems |
thus departed hiawatha
hiawatha the beloved
in the glory of the sunset | img2poems |
the scene of the poem is among the ojibways on the southern shore of
lake superior in the region between the pictured rocks and the
grand sable | img2poems |
thereupon answered john alden but looked not up from his writing
truly the breath of the lord hath slackened the speed of the bullet
he in his mercy preserved you to be our shield and our weapon | img2poems |
still the captain continued unheeding the words of the stripling
see how bright they are burnished as if in an arsenal hanging
that is because i have done it myself and not left it to others | img2poems |
green above her is growing the field of wheat we have sown there
better to hide from the indian scouts the graves of our people
lest they should count them and see how many already have perished | img2poems |
nothing was heard in the room but the hurrying pen of the stripling
busily writing epistles important to go by the mayflower
ready to sail on the morrow or next day at latest god willing | img2poems |
homeward bound with the tidings of all that terrible winter
letters written by alden and full of the name of priscilla
full of the name and the fame of the puritan maiden priscilla | img2poems |
go to the damsel priscilla the loveliest maiden of plymouth
say that a blunt old captain a man not of words but of actions
offers his hand and his heart the hand and heart of a soldier | img2poems |
you who are bred as a scholar can say it in elegant language
such as you read in your books of the pleadings and wooings of lovers
such as you think best adapted to win the heart of a maiden | img2poems |
to and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing
as in a foundering ship with every roll of the vessel
washes the bitter sea the merciless surge of the ocean | img2poems |
truly the heart is deceitful and out of its depths of corruption
rise like an exhalation the misty phantoms of passion
angels of light they seem but are only delusions of satan | img2poems |
this is the hand of the lord it is laid upon me in anger
for i have followed too much the heart's desires and devices
worshipping astaroth blindly and impious idols of baal | img2poems |
had he but spoken then
perhaps not in vain had he spoken
now it was all too late the golden moment had vanished | img2poems |
yours is tender and trusting and needs a stronger to lean on
so i have come to you now with an offer and proffer of marriage
made by a good man and true miles standish the captain of plymouth | img2poems |
welcome o wind of the east
he exclaimed in his wild exultation
welcome o wind of the east from the caves of the misty atlantic | img2poems |
fierce in his soul was the struggle and tumult of passions contending
love triumphant and crowned and friendship wounded and bleeding
passionate cries of desire and importunate pleadings of duty | img2poems |
still for a moment he stood and listened and stared at the vessel
then went hurriedly on as one who seeing a phantom
stops then quickens his pace and follows the beckoning shadow | img2poems |
better to be in my grave in the green old churchyard in england
close by my mother's side and among the dust of my kindred
better be dead and forgotten than living in shame and dishonor | img2poems |
soon he entered his door and found the redoubtable captain
sitting alone and absorbed in the martial pages of caesar
fighting some great campaign in hainault or brabant or flanders | img2poems |
not far off is the house although the woods are between us
but you have lingered so long that while you were going and coming
i have fought ten battles and sacked and demolished a city | img2poems |
but in the midst of his anger a man appeared at the doorway
bringing in uttermost haste a message of urgent importance
rumors of danger and war and hostile incursions of indians | img2poems |
straightway the captain paused and without further question or parley
took from the nail on the wall his sword with its scabbard of iron
buckled the belt round his waist and frowning fiercely departed | img2poems |
alden was left alone
he heard the clank of the scabbard
growing fainter and fainter and dying away in the distance | img2poems |
god had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting
then had sifted the wheat as the living seed of a nation
so say the chronicles old and such is the faith of the people | img2poems |
but unheeded fell this mild rebuke on the captain
who had advanced to the table and thus continued discoursing
leave this matter to me for to me by right it pertaineth | img2poems |
silently out of the room then glided the glistening savage
bearing the serpent's skin and seeming himself like a serpent
winding his sinuous way in the dark to the depths of the forest | img2poems |
just in the gray of the dawn as the mists uprose from the meadows
there was a stir and a sound in the slumbering village of plymouth
clanging and clicking of arms and the order imperative forward | img2poems |
standish the stalwart it was with eight of his valorous army
led by their indian guide by hobomok friend of the white men
northward marching to quell the sudden revolt of the savage | img2poems |
giants they seemed in the mist or the mighty men of king david
giants in heart they were who believed in god and the bible
ay who believed in the smiting of midianites and philistines | img2poems |
over them gleamed far off the crimson banners of morning
under them loud on the sands the serried billows advancing
fired along the line and in regular order retreated | img2poems |
foremost among them was alden
all night he had lain without slumber
turning and tossing about in the heat and unrest of his fever | img2poems |
he had beheld miles standish who came back late from the council
stalking into the room and heard him mutter and murmur
sometimes it seemed a prayer and sometimes it sounded like swearing | img2poems |
once he had come to the bed and stood there a moment in silence
then he had turned away and said: i will not awake him
let him sleep on it is best for what is the use of more talking | img2poems |
nearer the boat stood alden with one foot placed on the gunwale
one still firm on the rock and talking at times with the sailors
seated erect on the thwarts all ready and eager for starting | img2poems |
he too was eager to go and thus put an end to his anguish
thinking to fly from despair that swifter than keel is or canvas
thinking to drown in the sea the ghost that would rise and pursue him | img2poems |
mournfully sobbed the waves at the base of the rock and above them
bowed and whispered the wheat on the hill of death and their kindred
seemed to awake in their graves and to join in the prayer that they uttered | img2poems |
sun-illumined and white on the eastern verge of the ocean
gleamed the departing sail like a marble slab in a graveyard
buried beneath it lay for ever all hope of escaping | img2poems |
what i thought was a flower is only a weed and is worthless
out of my heart will i pluck it and throw it away and henceforward
be but a fighter of battles a lover and wooer of dangers | img2poems |
thus he revolved in his mind his sorry defeat and discomfort
while he was marching by day or lying at night in the forest
looking up at the trees and the constellations beyond them | img2poems |
braves of the tribe were these and brothers gigantic in stature
huge as goliath of gath or the terrible og king of bashan
one was pecksuot named and the other was called wattawamat | img2poems |
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