 I beheld, too, in that vision, All the secrets of the future, Of the distant days that shall be. I beheld the westward marches Of the unknown, crowded nations. All the land was full of people, Restless, struggling, toiling, striving, Speaking many tongues,...  The History of Jackson County, Missouri: Containing a History of the County ... - Page 101881 - 1006 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1856 - 1432 pages
...vision. ' I beheld, too, in that vision All the secrets of the future, Of the distant days that shall be. I beheld the westward marches Of the unknown, crowded...lakes and rivers Rushed their great canoes of thunder. ' Then a darker, drearier vision Passed before me, vogue and cloud-like ; I beheld our nations scattered,... | |
 | American literature - 1867 - 796 pages
...Speaking many tongues, jet feeling But one heart beat in tlieir bosoms. In the woodlands Tang tlieir axes ; Smoked their towns in all the valleys. Over all the lakes and rivers . Hushed their great canoes of thunder." When De Tocqueville asserted that America had not yet produced... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - American poetry - 1855 - 344 pages
...vision. " I beheld, too, in that vision All the secrets of the future, Of the distant days that shall be. I beheld the westward marches Of the unknown, crowded...lakes and rivers Rushed their great canoes of thunder. " Then a darker, drearier vision Passed before me, vague and cloud-like ; I beheld our nations scattered,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Juvenile Nonfiction - 1855 - 346 pages
...vision. " I beheld, too, in that vision All the secrets of the future, Of the distant days that shall be. I beheld the westward marches Of the unknown, crowded...lakes and rivers Rushed their great canoes of thunder. " Then a darker, drearier vision Passed before me, vague and cloud-like ; I beheld our nations scattered,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - History - 1856 - 320 pages
...vision. " I beheld, too, in that vision All the secrets of the future, Of the distant days that shall be. I beheld the westward marches Of the unknown, crowded...the land was full of people, Restless, struggling, tolling, striving, Speaking many tongues, yet feeling But one heart-beat in their bosoms. In the woodlands... | |
 | C. W. Dana - Northwest, Old - 1856 - 406 pages
...District Court of the District of Massachusetts. STEREOTYPED AT THE BOSTON 8TEKEOTIPE FOUNDRY. ^'V.I beheld the westward marches Of the unknown crowded...lakes and rivers Rushed their great canoes of thunder. LONGFELLOW'S SONG OP HIAWATHA. CONTENTS. Ihp INTRODUCTION, 13 HISTORICAL ACCOUNT OF THE WEST 17 OHIO... | |
 | C. W. Dana - Northwest, Old - 1856 - 402 pages
...District Court of the District of Massachusetts. OTZMOTTPED AT TDK BOSTON BTIRSOTIPB I'D u N .M it y . I beheld the westward marches Of the unknown crowded...in all the valleys ; Over all the lakes and rivers Bushed their great canoes of thunder. LONGFELLOW'S SONS OP HIAWATHA. CONTENTS. INTRODUCTION 13 HISTORICAL... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1856 - 346 pages
..." I beheld , too , in that vision All the secrets of the future, Of the distant days that shall be. I beheld the westward marches Of the unknown, crowded...in all the valleys , Over all the lakes and rivers Bushed their great canoes of thunder. "Then a darker, drearier vision Passed before me , vague and... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Indians of North America - 1856 - 278 pages
...vision. " I beheld, too, in that vision All the secrets of the future, Of the distant days that shall be. I beheld the westward marches Of the unknown, crowded...Speaking many tongues, yet feeling But one heart-beat ia their bosoms. In the woodlands rang their axes, Smoked their towns in all the valleys, Over all... | |
 | John H. Pitezel - Indians of North America - 1857 - 448 pages
...I beheld, too, in that vision All the secrets of the future, Of the distant days that shall be. • I beheld the westward marches Of the unknown crowded...striving, Speaking many tongues, yet feeling But one heart beat in their bosoms. In the woodland rang their axes, Smoked their towns in all the valleys... | |
| |
