Elkswatawa: Or, The Prophet of the West. A Tale of the Frontier...Harper & brothers, 1836 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 179 - Come when the rains Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach ! The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps, And the broad arching portals of the grove Welcome thy entering. Look ! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal ; each light spray, Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven, Is studded with its trembling...
Seite 179 - But Winter has yet brighter scenes — he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with many hues.
Seite 11 - In each green thicket's depths, and lone, sequestered place. And many a gloomy tale, tradition yet Saves from oblivion, of their struggles vain, Their prowess and their wrongs, for rhymer meet, To people scenes, where still their names remain ; And so began our young, delighted strain, That would evoke the plumed chieftains brave, And bid their martial hosts arise again, Where Narraganset's tides roll by their grave, And Haup's romantic steeps are piled above the wave.
Seite 192 - Ranged without master; and the bright- winged birds Made gay the sunshine as they glanced along, Or turned the air to music with their song. Here from his mates a German youth had strayed, Where the broad river cleft the forest glade; Swarming with alligator-shoals, the flood Blazed in the sun, or moved in clouds of blood ; The wild boar rustled headlong through the brake...
Seite 41 - The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name ; But mine was like the lava flood That boils in ^Etna's breast of flame.
Seite 240 - intimidated one poor old man, but you cannot frighten me ; proceed, and you shall see how a Christian and a warrior can die ;" and, with a small hymnbook in his hand, he continued to sing and pray till his voice was stifled by the flames. Another eminent victim was the Wyandot Chief known by the English name of...
Seite 66 - The beauty of the earth ere man had sinned; The prairies. I behold them for the first, And my heart swells, while the delighted sight Takes in the encircling vastness. Lo ! they stretch In airy undulations, far away, As if an ocean in its gentlest swell Stood still, with all its rounded billows fixed And motionless forever.
Seite i - A noble race ! but they are gone, With their old forests wide and deep, And we have built our homes upon Fields where their generations sleep.
Seite vii - Et Tragicus plerumque dolet sermone pedestri : Telephus et Peleus, cum pauper et exul uterque, Projicit ampullas et sesquipedalia verba, Si curat cor spectantis tetigisse querela.
Seite 23 - Cracking his shagbarks, as the aged crone — Mixing the true and doubtful into one — Tells how the Indian scalped the helpless child, And bore its shrieking mother to the wild, Butchered the father hastening to his home, Seeking his cottage finding but his tomb. How drums and flags and troops were seen on high Wheeling and charging in the northern sky, And that she knew what these wild tokens meant, When to the Old French War her husband went. How by the thunder-blasted...