The hunters of the prairie, or The Hawk chief

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Page 205 - As monumental bronze unchanged his look: A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook : Train'd, from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive — fearing but the shame of fear— A stoic of the woods — a man without a tear.
Page 158 - REMORSE is as the heart in which it grows : If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance ; but if proud and gloomy, It is a poison-tree, that pierced to the inmost Weeps only tears of poison ! Alv.
Page 119 - O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love ! But it cannot be sounded : my affection hath an unknown be ttom, like the bay of Portugal.
Page 1 - But yet I forced it on to cheer Those relics of a home so dear. He was a hunter of the hills, Had...
Page 255 - The pause to bid each much-loved scene adieu ! Beneath the very shadow of the fort, Where friendly swords were drawn, and banners flew ; Ah ! who could deem that foot of Indian crew Was near...
Page 180 - King James did rushing come. Scarce could they hear or see their foes Until at weapon point they close. They close in clouds of smoke and dust, With sword-sway and with lance's thrust ; And such a yell was there, Of sudden and portentous birth, As if men fought upon the earth And fiends in upper air ; Oh ! life and death were in the shout Recoil and rally, charge and rout, And triumph and despair.
Page 225 - And summer was the tide, and sweet the hour, When sire and daughter saw, with fleet descent, An Indian from his bark approach their...
Page 145 - One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They 'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Page 150 - Love, hope, and self-esteem, like clouds, depart And come, for some uncertain moments lent. Man were immortal and omnipotent Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art, Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart. Thou messenger of sympathies That wax and wane in lovers...
Page 62 - They came of every race the mingled swarm. Far rung the groves and gleamed the midnight grass With flambeau, javelin, and naked arm ; As warriors wheeled their culverins of brass, Sprung from the woods, a bold athletic mass, Whom virtue fires, and liberty combines ; And first the wild Moravian yagers pass, His plumed host the dark Iberian joins ; And Scotia's sword beneath the Highland thistle shines.

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