Maintonomah: And Other PoemsCady and Burgess, 1849 - 209 頁 |
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afar bard beauty Beneath bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright brothers brow canst cheek dear death delight destiny didst dwell e'er earth fair father feel flowers forever forget friends friendship gaze glide glow golden sun happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Clare hill hour Houris human land life's light live lonely Love's lover Maintonomah Manitto melody memory Metamora mind moon morning mountains Nature's naught ne'er neath never numbers o'er pass'd passion pleasure Poet's pride rill rose rove Sachem Saw'st scalp-lock scene seem'd seen shade silent smile song sorrow soul spirit stars succotash summer sunny sweetly thee thine thou art Thou hast thought thro Tis sweet tomahawk tone trees truth Twas Twill voice wampum wander warriors ween weep whip-poor-will wigwam wilding roses grow word youth
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第 9 頁 - They waste us — ay — like' April snow In the warm noon, we shrink away ; And fast they follow, as we go Towards the setting day, — Till they shall fill the land, and we Are driven into the western sea.
第 83 頁 - Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth...
第 58 頁 - No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep, But living statues there are seen to weep ; Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb, Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom.
第 12 頁 - I trode as lightly o'er the grass, And as elastic, too, As in the gloomy wilderness, The prowling panthers do ; But, as I drew still nearer by, He suddenly arose, And cast on me a piercing eye, Still moisten'd with his woes. I stretched my hand high in the air— He caught the peaceful sign, And straight returned it, standing there Beneath the fair moonshine. IV. " Son of a Pale-face ! fear me not— I come in peace"—he said, " To see the hill, the stream, the grot, The hallow'd mound and holy...
第 44 頁 - Yes—all were there, save those who fell, As fell their leader, in the fight, But they had gone where warriors dwell With purer, unalloy'd delight. Immediately before him stood Old Wessatona, wise and good. His arms were folded on his breast, His head was sunk upon his chest, His eyes were closed, and from them stole The tender anguish of his soul. Long had the awful quiet reign'd, Where all was felt and nothing...
第 46 頁 - And left us nothing but thy shade. But thou didst not repair alone To the Great Spirit's happy throne; A hundred Yengese clear thy way! A hundred scalps beside thee lay! What chief can fill thy vacant place With equal good and equal grace ? None, eagle of thy tribe! is even— The boon to thee alone was given! Thou hast discharged thy duty here, Without a rival or compeer: Thy sun is set—thy work is done— Thy night is come, and thou art gone! Gone, with thy father's ghost to dwell: Pride of the...
第 179 頁 - For justice and humanity ? Awaken from your lethargy ! The influence that you possess Can rule a nation's destiny, Can curse her fortunes, or can bless. Will ye not use it while ye may ? Will ye not work, while yet 'tis day, For Peace and for America? Avert the military flood, Which threatens to o'erwhelm our land ; Some upstart hero, drunk with blood, Will soon aspire to its command! 'Twas ever thus—the ghost of Rome, From crumbling fane and ruin'd dome, Warns of the evil that may come ! December,...
第 13 頁 - Maintonomah's laid. My head is white with many years, Mine eyes are dimm'd by many tears, My sinews nerveless grow ; My tomahawk is buried deep, Beyond the mountains high and steep, Where Erie's waters flow; And I have hither come to shed My last tears on my father's head.
第 26 頁 - The men were in a circle drawn, And seated on the open lawn ; Their pipes were lighted, and the smoke Into fantastic edies broke, Which form'd an artificial cloud, And wrapp'd them in a mazy shroud. IX. The fumes of smoke had pass'd away, The moon moved down the western sky ; Anon, her bright, unclouded ray Broke thro
第 20 頁 - My father and his men ? Why on the subject longer dwell, Or speak his name again ? For why ?—because I deem it right To throw a sunset-gleam of light Upon our history : I am the last of all my race ; There lives no being who can trace A kindred drop in me ! And hence the story of my grief, Of Maintonomah—mighty chief, Depends alone on me : And for my spirit's own relief, Pale-face ! I tell it thee.