The Pilgrims of New England A Tale of the Early American Settlers

‘The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-hound coast: And the woods against a stormy sky, Their giant branches tost. And the heavy night hung dark The hills and water...

'O Christian warriors! wherefore did you thus Forget the precepts of your Lord and Chief, And lend yourselves to deeds of guilt and blood! Did ye not know--or, knowing, did not...

King of the Western deserts! Thou Art still untam'd and free! Ne'er shall that crest he forced to bow Beneath the yoke of drudgery low: But still in freedom shalt thou roam The...

‘Hither and thither; hither and thither! Madly they fly! Whither, O, whither! Whither, O, whither? - 'Tis but to die! Fire is behind them: fire is, around them: Black is the sky...

Mooanam awoke from his sleep soon after the dawn of day appeared. He looked up at the open window, and a strange feeling of awe came over his soul, as he beheld the rain falling...

‘Wrath is cruel, and anger is outrageous; but who is able to stand before envy? 'Open rebuke is better than secret love. 'Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of...

‘What men were they? Of dark-brown color, With sunny redness; wild of eye; their tinged brows So smooth, as never yet anxiety Nor busy thought had made a furrow there. . . . . ....

‘…Alas! to see the strength that clings Round woman in such hours!…A mournful sight, Though lovely! an o'erflowing of the springs, The full springs of affection, deep and bright...

Once more we must leave our Indian friends, and return to New Plymouth, and to comparatively civilized life, with all its cares and anxieties, from so many of which the wild ten...

The life of peace and tranquillity which Roger and his young bride enjoyed in their new home, was not long permitted to be their happy lot. The apprehensions that had been felt...

We have observed that very few deaths took place in the colony of New Plymouth during the second year of their exile, and after the fatal stroke that deprived them of their Pres...

'There went a dirge through the forest's gloom. …An exile was borne to a lonely tomb, “Brother;”--so the chant was sung In the slumberer’s native tongue-- “Friend and brother! n...

‘The woods—oh! solemn are the boundless woods; Of the great western world, when day declines, And louder sounds the roll of distant floods, More deep the rustling of the ancient...

'We saw thee, O stranger, and wept! We looked for the youth of the sunny glance, Whose step was the fleetest in chase or dance! The light of his eye was a joy to see; The path o...

My child, my child, thou leav'st me!--I shall hear The gentle voice no more that blest mine ear With its first utterance I shall miss the sound Of thy light step, amidst the flo...

We will now, for a time, leave the settlement--where the sad news of the capture and supposed death of Henrich had spread a general gloom and consternation--and follow the subje...

One evening, about the time that Helen began to expect the return of the embassy from Packanokick, Henrich was unusually busy in the garden, arranging the flower-beds, and beaut...

'The voices of my home! I hear them still! They have been with me through the stormy night-- The blessed household voices wont to fill My heart’s clear depths with unalloyed del...

The night that followed this conversation, Jyanough passed in Terah's lodge, and he nursed his suffering relative with gentle patience. But he saw no signs of recovery, although...

'Merciful God! how horrible is night! …There the shout Of battle, the barbarian yell, the bray Of dissonant instruments, the clang of arms, The shriek of agony, the groan of dea...

'Epictetus says: "Every thing hath two handles." The art of taking things by the right handle, or the better side--which charity always doth--would save much of those janglings...

The indifference of Tisquantum on the subject of the religious opinions that his daughter might imbibe from her Christian companion, may seem strange. But the Sachem, though a h...

‘A change came o'er the spirit of my dream: The boy was sprung to manhood; to the wilds Of distant climes he made himself a home. And his soul drank their beauties; he was girt...