The Poetry and History of Wyoming: Containing Campbell's Gertrude, and the History of Wyoming, from Its Discovery to the Beginning of the Present Century

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J. Munsell, 1864 - Wyoming Valley (Pa.) - 406 pages
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Page 380 - 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 ; that the Great Man above...
Page 89 - But how came you to take upon you to sell land at all ? We conquered you ; we made women of you ! You know you are women, and can no more sell land than women ; nor is it fit you should have the power of selling lands, since you would abuse it.
Page 8 - The orison repeated in his arms, For God to bless her sire and all mankind ; The book, the bosom on his knee reclined, Or how sweet fairy-lore he heard her con, (The playmate ere the teacher of her mind :) All uncompanion'd else her heart had gone Till now, in Gertrude's eyes, their ninth blue summer shone.
Page 380 - Their chief speaker immediately put himself into an attitude of oratory, and, with a pomp suited to what he conceived the elevation of his subject, informed him that it was a tradition handed down from their fathers, 'that in ancient times a herd of these tremendous animals came to the...
Page 90 - Reasons we charge you to remove instantly; we don't give you the Liberty to think about it. You are Women. Take the Advice of a wise Man, and remove immediately.
Page 5 - Alas! poor Caledonia's mountaineer, That want's stern edict e'er, and feudal grief, Had forced him from a home he loved so dear! Yet found he here a home, and glad relief, And plied the beverage from his own fair sheaf, That fired his Highland blood with mickle glee : And England sent her men, of men the chief, Who taught those sires of Empire yet to be, To plant the tree of life, — to plant fair Freedom's tree!
Page 13 - 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 3 - ON Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming ! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance bring Of what thy gentle people did befall ; Yet thou wert once the loveliest land of all That see the Atlantic wave their morn restore.
Page 49 - And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft ? Ah ! there in desolation cold The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old : Then seek we not their camp— for there The silence dwells of my despair.
Page 114 - I have not far to go for an instance ; this very ground that is under me (striking it with his foot) was my land and inheritance and is taken from me by fraud.

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