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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Almost touched him , almost scared him , Till the hot breath of his nostrils Warmed the ... breathing Warmed the hands of Mudjekeewis . Then he swung aloft his war - club , Shouted loud and long his war - cry ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Almost touched him , almost scared him , Till the hot breath of his nostrils Warmed the ... breathing Warmed the hands of Mudjekeewis . Then he swung aloft his war - club , Shouted loud and long his war - cry ...
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... breath upon him , Still he did not cease his singing , Still he did not leave his laughing . Only turned the log a little , Only made the fire burn brighter , Made the sparks fly up the smoke - flue . From Kabibonokka's forehead , From ...
... breath upon him , Still he did not cease his singing , Still he did not leave his laughing . Only turned the log a little , Only made the fire burn brighter , Made the sparks fly up the smoke - flue . From Kabibonokka's forehead , From ...
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... with the North - Wind , Wrestled naked on the moorlands , With the fierce Kabibonokka , Till his panting breath grew fainter , Till his frozen grasp grew feebler , Till he reeled and staggered backward , And retreated , THE FOUR WINDS . 25.
... with the North - Wind , Wrestled naked on the moorlands , With the fierce Kabibonokka , Till his panting breath grew fainter , Till his frozen grasp grew feebler , Till he reeled and staggered backward , And retreated , THE FOUR WINDS . 25.
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... breathing of his nostrils , With the tempest of his anger , Blew them back at his assailant ; Seized the bulrush , the Apukwa , Dragged it with its roots and fibres From the margin of the meadow , From its ooze , the giant bulrush ...
... breathing of his nostrils , With the tempest of his anger , Blew them back at his assailant ; Seized the bulrush , the Apukwa , Dragged it with its roots and fibres From the margin of the meadow , From its ooze , the giant bulrush ...
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... famine , And Mondamin paused to listen . Tall and beautiful he stood there , In his garments green and yellow ; To and fro his plumes above him Waved and nodded with his breathing , And the sweat 58 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA .
... famine , And Mondamin paused to listen . Tall and beautiful he stood there , In his garments green and yellow ; To and fro his plumes above him Waved and nodded with his breathing , And the sweat 58 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA .
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answered arrows beauty beaver behold beneath Big-Sea-Water birch canoe birds bison blue-bird branches breath Chibiabos corn-fields cried Dacotahs Dance darkness deer deer-skin doorway eyes feathers fen-lands fiery fish forest garments Gitche Gumee Gitche Manito guests hand Heard heart heaven heron Hiawatha Homeward hunter Iagoo Indian Kabibonokka Kahgahgee Kenabeek Kwasind lake Lake Superior land Laughing Water leaped Listen little Hiawatha lodge looked magic Magicians maiden maize meadow Megissogwon mighty Minnehaha Mondamin Moon morning mountains Mudjekeewis Nahma night o'er oak-tree old Nokomis Onaway Osseo Oweenee painted Pau-Puk-Keewis Peace-Pipe pine-trees pleasant plumage prairie Ravens red deer river rose round rushes sailing Sang sea-gulls serpents shadows Shawondasee shining shining land shouted Shuh-shuh-gah sighing silence singing song Song of Hiawatha spake Spirit Star stood sturgeon sunset sunshine tree-tops tresses tribes village Wabasso Wabun wampum war-club warriors Wenonah West-Wind westward whispered wigwam wild wind yellow Yenadizze
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Page 34 - Mndway-aushka !" said the water. Saw the fire-fly, Wah-wah-taysee, Flitting through the dusk of evening, With the twinkle of its candle Lighting up the brakes and bushes ; And he...
Page 102 - As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman. Though she bends him, she obeys him ; Though she draws him, yet she follows ; Useless each without the other...
Page 33 - 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 236 - Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest- Wind, Keewaydin, To the Islands of the Blessed, To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the Land of the Hereafter!
Page 37 - Go, my son, into the forest, Where the red deer herd together, Kill for us a famous roebuck, Kill for us a deer with antlers!" Forth into the forest straightway All alone walked Hiawatha Proudly, with his bow and arrows; And the birds sang round him, o'er him, "Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!
Page 36 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in summer, Where they hid themselves in winter. Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens.
Page 199 - NEVER stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, watching From his high aerial look-out, Sees the downward plunge, and follows ; And a third pursues the second, Coming from the invisible ether, First a speck, and then a vulture, Till the air is dark with pinions.
Page 8 - Ye who love the haunts of Nature, Love the sunshine of the meadow, Love the shadow of the forest, Love the wind among the branches, And the rain-shower and the snow-storm, And the rushing of great rivers Through their palisades of pine-trees, And the thunder in the mountains...
Page 50 - Made his arrow-heads of sandstone, Arrow-heads of chalcedony, Arrow-heads of flint and jasper, Smoothed and sharpened at the edges, Hard and polished, keen and costly. With him dwelt his dark-eyed daughter, Wayward as the Minnehaha, With her moods of shade and sunshine, Eyes that smiled and frowned alternate, Feet as rapid as the river, Tresses flowing like the water, And as musical a laughter ; And he named her from the river, From the water-fall he named her, Minnehaha. Laughing Water.
Page 225 - Of the distant days that shall be. I beheld the westward marches Of the unknown, crowded nations. All the land was full of people, Restless, struggling, toiling, striving, Speaking many tongues, yet feeling But one heart-beat in their bosoms. In the woodlands rang their axes, Smoked their towns in all the valleys, Over all the lakes and rivers Rushed their great canoes of thunder.