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Страница 26 - Showed the broad, white road in heaven, Pathway of the ghosts, the shadows, Running straight across the heavens, Crowded with the ghosts, the shadows. At the door on summer evenings Sat the little Hiawatha; Heard the whispering of the pine-trees. Heard the lapping of the water, Sounds of music, words of wonder; "Minne-wawa!
Страница 27 - Mudway-aushka!" said the water. Saw the firefly, Wah-wah-taysee, Flitting through the dusk of evening, With the twinkle of its candle Lighting up the brakes and bushes, And he sang the song of children, Sang the song Nokomis taught him: "Wah-wah-taysee, little fire-fly, Little, flitting, white-fire insect, Little, dancing, white-fire creature, Light me with your little candle, Ere upon my bed I lay me, Ere in sleep I close my eyelids!" Saw the moon rise from the water, Rippling, rounding from the...
Страница 72 - 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 !" Thus the youthful Hiawatha Said within himself and pondered, Much perplexed by various feelings.
Страница 28 - 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
Страница 54 - Cedar! Of your strong and pliant branches, My canoe to make more steady, Make more strong and firm beneath me!" Through the summit of the Cedar Went a sound, a cry of horror, Went a murmur of resistance; But it whispered, bending downward, "Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!
Страница 14 - I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed. Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions ; All your strength is in your union, All your danger is in discord; Therefore be at peace henceforward, And as brothers live together.
Страница 26 - 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 ! Who is this that lights the wigwam?
Страница 29 - 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!
Страница 73 - In the land of the Dacotahs Lives the Arrow-maker's daughter, Minnehaha, Laughing Water, Handsomest of all the women . I will bring her to your wigwam, She shall run upon your errands, Be your starlight, moonlight, firelight, Be the sunlight of my people...
Страница 46 - Froze the ice on lake and river, Ever deeper, deeper, deeper Fell the snow o'er all the landscape, Fell the covering snow, and drifted Through the forest, round the village. Hardly from his buried wigwam Could the hunter force a passage; With his mittens and his snowshoes Vainly walked he through the forest, Sought for bird or beast and found none, Saw no track of deer or rabbit. In the snow beheld no footprints, In the ghastly, gleaming forest Fell, and could not rise from weakness, Perished there...