Mount Hope: Or Philip, King of the Wampanoags: an Historical RomanceHarper & brothers, 1851 - Всего страниц: 280 |
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... asked , " Is the chief of the Wampanoags ready to burn the wigwams , and bring home the scalps of the pale - faces ? " Pometacom - for that was the name of the chief - resigned the musket to the child , without replying to his ...
... asked , " Is the chief of the Wampanoags ready to burn the wigwams , and bring home the scalps of the pale - faces ? " Pometacom - for that was the name of the chief - resigned the musket to the child , without replying to his ...
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... asked them what their bullets were for : they replied , scoffingly , ' To shoot pigeons with . ' I thought best to put a bold face on the matter , and show them that I despised their threats . I advised Awa- shonks in their presence to ...
... asked them what their bullets were for : they replied , scoffingly , ' To shoot pigeons with . ' I thought best to put a bold face on the matter , and show them that I despised their threats . I advised Awa- shonks in their presence to ...
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... asking the reader's company while we take a short leave of its turbulent scenes , and visit one of those quiet domestic homes that made even the face of the wilderness lovely in the olden time . Not a quarter of a mile from the spot ...
... asking the reader's company while we take a short leave of its turbulent scenes , and visit one of those quiet domestic homes that made even the face of the wilderness lovely in the olden time . Not a quarter of a mile from the spot ...
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... asked , with a peculiar smile and tone that left her no longer in doubt of her fate , " Can the pale maiden call the red man brother now ? The white man says his heart is full of snakes , and the white man's words are true . The hart is ...
... asked , with a peculiar smile and tone that left her no longer in doubt of her fate , " Can the pale maiden call the red man brother now ? The white man says his heart is full of snakes , and the white man's words are true . The hart is ...
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... asked to see her master on busi- ness , which he represented to be of the greatest importance . " Show him in immediately , " said the clergyman ; and then added , " It cannot be that he brings evil tidings of my niece ; it cannot be ...
... asked to see her master on busi- ness , which he represented to be of the greatest importance . " Show him in immediately , " said the clergyman ; and then added , " It cannot be that he brings evil tidings of my niece ; it cannot be ...
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Anawan Anne Willoughby arms ashes Ashford Awashonks blood-hounds called Canonchet captain captive chief clergyman colony Cornelius Dame Doolittle dark dead death Dixwell door Edward Randolph Emily Emily Wilson enemy English face father fear feet fell fire forehead gentleman Goffe ground hair hand head heard heart honour hope horse Indians knew leaves lips lodge looked maiden Massasoit mind Miss Willoughby morning Moseley Mount Hope bay Nanuntenoo Narragansets never night Nipmucks party passed Philip Pokanoket Pometacom Pomperauge privateer Randolph regicide replied river rock Russell sachem savages scarcely secret seemed Sherman side sleep slender smile soon Southworth spirit squaw step stood stream sword tall Tatoson thee thou tomahawk trees tribe turned Tuspaquin Tyasque venison voice Wampanoags wampum warriors waters weapons Whalley wigwam wild William Ashford William Goffe Willie Burton wind woods word wounded young lady
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Стр. 155 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Стр. 21 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That flush'd her spirit: I know not by what name beside I shall it call : if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied She did inherit.
Стр. 251 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
Стр. 75 - But thence, when love had touch'd her soul, To nature and to truth she stole. From din, and pageantry, and strife, Midst woods and mountains, vales and plains, She treads the paths of lowly life, Yet in a bosom-circle reigns, • No fountain scattering diamond showers, But the sweet streamlet watering flowers.
Стр. 239 - And, as if strength were given him of God, He rose up calmly, and composed the pall Firmly and decently — and left him there, As if his rest had been a breathing sleep.
Стр. 87 - What strange words Are these which call my senses from the death They were composed to welcome ? Son ! 'tis false — I had but one — and the deep wave rolls o'er him ! Me.
Стр. 62 - ... thereof betwixt these two strong arms lies a cove or bay, on which the chief part of this town is built, overtopped with a third hill; all these like overtopping towers, keep a constant watch to see the approach of foreign dangers, being furnished with a beacon and loud babbling guns to give notice by their redoubled echo to all the sister towns.
Стр. 28 - So he went and did according to the word of the Lord; he went and dwelt by the brook Cherith that is east of the Jordan. And the ravens brought him bread and meat in the morning, and bread and meat in the evening; and he drank from the brook.
Стр. 5 - It is the object of this work to retrace some of the faded and now scarcely-visible features of those exterminating wars that marked the early settlement of the English among the aborigines of what is now called...
Стр. 266 - twas not the eyrie's sound ; Their bloody bands had tracked us out : Up-listening starts our couchant hound, — And, hark ! again, that nearer shout Brings faster on the murderers.