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Yamoyden, a Tale of the Wars of King Philip: In Six Cantos (Classic Reprint)
James Wallis Eastburn
No preview available - 2018
Amid appears arms band battle bear beneath bird blood bosom brave breath bright called Canto Captain chief child Church coming dark dead death deep dream earth enemy English fair fall fate fathers fear fell fierce fire flame forest give glance gone green hand head heard heart heaven hills History hold hope hour Indians King knew land light live lonely marked memory mentioned night Notes o'er once pain past path peace Philip pride race rest rise rose round Sachem savage says scene seemed seen shade shore side sleep song soon sought soul sound Spirit spread STANZA stood swamp tell thee thine things thou thought tide told tree voice wanderer warriors waters wave wild wings wood wound
Page 279 - But on whatever occasion they may have been made, they are of considerable notoriety among the Indians : for a party passing, about thirty years ago, through the part of the country where this barrow is, went through the woods directly to it, without any instructions or inquiry ; and having staid about it some time, with expressions which were construed to be those of sorrow, they returned to the high road, which they had left about half a dozen miles to pay this visit, and pursued their journey.
Page viii - Whose art from memory blots each sadder trace, And drives each scowling form of grief away ! Who, round the violet fount, your measures gay Once trod, and round the altar of great Jove ; . Whence, wrapt in silvery clouds, your nightly way Ye held, and ravishing strains of music wove, That soothed the Thunderer's soul, and filled his courts above.
Page v - Friend of my youth, with thee began the love Of sacred song ; the wont, in golden dreams, Mid classic realms of splendours past to rove, O'er haunted steep, and by immortal streams ; Where the blue wave, with sparkling bosom gleams Round shores, the mind's eternal heritage, For ever lit by memory's twilight beams ; Where the proud dead, that live in storied page, Beckon, with awful port, to glory's earlier age.
Page 215 - Woman ! blest partner of our joys and woes ! Even in the darkest hour of earthly ill, Untarnished yet, thy fond affection glows, Throbs with each pulse, and beats with every thrill...
Page 334 - And calling his old Indian Executioner, bid him behead and quarter him. Accordingly, he came with his Hatchet and stood over him, but before he struck he made a small Speech, directing it to Philip...
Page 311 - Their chief speaker immediately put himself into an attitude of oratory, and with a pomp suited to what he conceived the elevation of his subject, informed him that it was a tradition handed down from their fathers, ' that in ancient times a herd of these tremendous animals came to the Big-bone licks, and began an universal destruction of the bear, deer, elks, buffaloes, and other animals...
Page 266 - ... stout men standing up made the next ; and then all the rabble, in a confused crew, surrounded on the outside. Then the chief captain stepped in between the rings and the fire, with a spear in one hand, and a hatchet in the other, danced round the. fire, and began to fight with it, making mention of all the several nations and cohipanies of Indians in the country that were enemies to the English.
Page 261 - An. 1612 and 1613, about seven or eight years before the English first arrived in those parts to settle the colony of New Plymouth.