American amid appears arms band banks bark beams bear beneath blast blend blood bosom bound brave breast breath brow CANTO chief chieftain Christian close columns command crew dark death deck deed deep despair dire earth enemy engagement expression fair fall fallen Father fearful feelings fell felt fierce fire flame fleet flood fold follow force glance gloom glowing gore grave ground half hand heard heart hope hour human immediately Indian lake land late less light linger lonely loud mark meet mingled native nature Ne'er never night Note o'er officer Peace plain prey proclaim rage ranks rise rocks scarce scene seen shade side sight sire soon soul sound spirit spring stain stern suffering sweet swell Tecumseh thought tribe Uncas various vast victim warm warrior waters wave wild wood wounded young youth
Page 113 - That in ancient times, a herd of these tremendous animals came to the Bickbone-licks, and began a universal destruction of the bear, deer, elk, buffalo, and other animals, which had been created for the use of the Indians; that the
Page 114 - During the latter part of his life, Tecumseh was generally distinguished by a large plume of ostrich feathers, the whiteness of which, contrasted with the darkness of his complexion, and the brilliancy of his black and piercing eye, gave a singularly wild and terrific expression to his features; — it was evident that he could be terrible.
Page 132 - him with his tomahawk, when his adversary drew a pistol from his belt and shot him.
Page 104 - Forth from the copse a hundred foemen spring, And pounce like vultures on the bleeding clay; Like famish'd blood-hounds to the corse they cling, And bear the fallen hero's spoils away: The very covering from his nerves they wring,
Page vii - Many of the notes to Tecumseh betray its Author to be that also of the " Canadian Campaign," several passages in both being written nearly in the same words. The fact is, that the Poem was composed five years ago, and before he had thought of compiling the latter narrative.
Page 36 - cruel, while his blade Alone leaps thirsting for some victim's blood ; He hunts the peaceful Indian from his glade, To seek for shelter in the pathless wood; Then talks of direst treason, when, dismay'd, He hears the war-cry where their homes once stood, Nor fails the wily hunter to abhor, Who differs from him but in forms of
Page 32 - Nor more inactive they who ply the ball, And range them equal in a twofold file ; Each ear attentive to the leader's call, As when, the instrument of death-fraught guile, It caus'd an unsuspecting fortress' fall, And mingled murder with the hellish smile Of still more hellish fiends, who frantic tore Each quivering limb, and quaff'd the reeking gore.
Page 104 - And gash his form, and glut them o'er their prey — Wild hell-fiends all, and revelling at his death, With bursting shrieks and pestilential breath.