Gertrude of Wyoming: Or, The Pennsylvanian CottageD. Appleton & Company, 1858 - 94 páginas |
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Albert Albert's home ambush'd amidst art thou bark battle belt beneath bird Birket Foster blood bosom Brandt BREAD STREET breath brow burst buskin'd calumet chief child Christian Clarke's Travels clime Corbrechtan crocodile dear death delight desolation distant Ditto dream e'en eagle enemies England eyes fear fever-balm fire flamingo Flow'r Gertrude Gertrude's Governor of Virginia grief grove hand Harrison Weir heard heart heav'n Indian kindred knew lakes light LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS living Logan lone wayfaring look'd Manitou Mingo Mohawk Indian morn mountain mourn night North America o'er Oneyda Outalissi path peace Pennsylvanian Philadelphia pilgrimage begun pomp round rove savannahs scarce scene seem'd shore sight sire smile song soul spirit stranger sweet tears thee Thomas Dalziel thou wert thrush thy father's tomahawk tow'r treaty tree tribe Twas uprose that lone Virginia Waldegrave Waldegrave's wampum warriors weep wilderness William Harvey woods Wyoming yore
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Página 93 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Página 48 - LOVE ! in such a wilderness as this. Where transport and security entwine, Here is the empire of thy perfect bliss. And here thou art a god indeed divine. Here shall no forms abridge, no hours confine The views, the walks, that boundless joy inspire ! Roll on, ye days of raptured influence, shine ! Nor, blind with ecstasy's celestial fire, Shall love behold the spark of earth-born time expire.
Página 92 - But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.
Página 76 - But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : Ev'n from the land of shadows now My father's awful ghost appears Amidst the clouds that round us roll ; He bids my soul for battle thirst, He bids me dry the last — the first — The only tears that ever burst From Outalissi's soul ; Because I may not stain with grief The death-song of an Indian chief.
Página 85 - ... like blood-hounds, in pursuit of him, and the bullets flying around him from the time he took to the river, yet his heart did not allow him to leave them abruptly, without taking leave in a formal manner, in re.
Página 91 - ... 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 which had been created for the use of the Indians...
Página 93 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
Página 93 - Logan, not even sparing my women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully...
Página 50 - And in the visions of romantic youth, What years of endless bliss are yet to flow ? But, mortal pleasure, what art thou in truth ? The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below...
Página 93 - Logan, who had long been distinguished as a friend of the whites. This unworthy return provoked his vengeance. He accordingly signalized himself in the war which ensued. In the autumn of the same year a decisive battle was fought at the mouth of the Great Kanhaway, between the collected forces of the Shawanese, Mingoes and Delawares, and a detachment of the Virginia militia.