Powhatan; A Metrical Romance, in Seven Cantos

Reader, if thou hast perused the preceding sketch of the life of Captain Smith, pause one moment, and reflect, that all that is here recorded, he performed, passed through, and...

This powerful tribe, dwelling along the valley of the Susquehannah, bearing the name of that noble stream, and commanding its waters even to the head of Chesapeake Bay, is repre...

One morning early, while the gray And sleeping mist on the river lay, Ere yet the sun from his ocean bed Had tinged the distant hills with red, In quest of game Sir John had gon...

Where rests Nemattanow the while? Is sleep to him as kind? And has it calm’d the passion-flame, That preys upon his mind? On his deer-skin soft, full six miles off, He has pillo...

‘Your deep debate,’ Pamunky said, ‘Ye may no longer hold, ‘Nor longer fear our pale-face foe; ‘His days at last are told. ‘Their mighty werowance, Sir John, ‘Who exercised such...

Like heavy cloud, portending storm, Slow rose Pamunky’s giant form; And laying bow and war-club by, On Powhatan he turn’d his eye, And while the chiefs in silence hung On every...

To all this, we are tempted to reply in the language of doctor Abernethy to one of his patients. The good old lady, when the doctor entered the room, raised her arm to her head,...

‘Soon as the morning sun was seen ‘On bright Pamunky’s banks of green, ‘The silent groves, where sleep the deer, ‘Waked with our hunters’ merry cheer. ‘With echoing whoop and lo...

“She died at Gravesend, (England,) where she was preparing to embark with her husband and son on her return to Virginia. Her death was a happy mixture of Indian fortitude and Ch...