Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape: An Historical TaleCummings, Hilliard, & Company, 1825 - 276 strani |
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band blood brave breath brothers brow Burton captain cast cause ceased chief cloud command Conrad countenance danger dared dark daughter deeds Delaware Elluwia enemy eyes face fantastick father fear fenerable fery fire forest hafe hand HARVARD COLLEGE hastened hatchet havock head hear heard heart hope Indians ingston instantly king koats kreat kund land Lenape light limbs lips live Livingston look meanwhile mind Mingoes mountain murter night once pain path peace perceived permitted plain presently Quaker replied rest revenge rifle rill rocks Rogers rose savages scalp seemed shade shleep sight silence skiff sleep smile soon soul sounds speak spirit spoke steps ston stood stream strength Tadeus Tadeuskund tain tell thee thou thought Thurensera Tom Short tomahawk trees trembling tribe turned uttered voice wampum Wancomand warriors waves whilst wish words Wyoming
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Stran 92 - PHILIP OF POKANOKET. AN INDIAN MEMOIR. As monumental bronze unchanged his look : A soul that pity touch'd, bnt never shook: Train'd from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear — • A stoic of the yvoods — a man without a tear.
Stran 219 - Some feelings are to mortals given, With less of earth in them than heaven ; And if there be a human tear From passion's dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek, It would not stain an angel's cheek, 'Tis that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughter's head...
Stran 1 - Undimmed by weakness' shade, or turbid ire! And though, amidst the calm of thought entire, Some high and haughty features might betray A soul impetuous once, 'twas oarthly fire That fled composure's intellectual ray, As Etna's fires grow dim before the rising day.
Stran 109 - Bourgo's battle stern, While yet in Leinster unexplored, Her friends survive the English sword ; Why lingers she from Erin's host, So far on Galway's...
Stran 182 - Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, With repetition of my Romeo's name. Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!
Stran 163 - Who on his staff is this? who is this, whose head is white with age? whose eyes are red with tears? who quakes at every step? It is thy father, O Morar!
Navedki za to knjigo
Indian Authorities: Race, Gender, and Empire in Mid-nineteenth Century US ... Rochelle R. Venuto Prikaz kratkega opisa - 1998 |