biglam/gutenberg-poetry-corpus · Datasets at Hugging Face

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From the Great Bear of the mountains,	19
From the terror of the nations,	19
As he lay asleep and cumbrous	19
On the summit of the mountains,	19
Like a rock with mosses on it,	19
Spotted brown and gray with mosses.	19
Silently he stole upon him	19
Till the red nails of the monster	19
Almost touched him, almost scared him,	19
Till the hot breath of his nostrils	19
Warmed the hands of Mudjekeewis,	19
As he drew the Belt of Wampum	19
Over the round ears, that heard not,	19
Over the small eyes, that saw not,	19
Over the long nose and nostrils,	19
The black muffle of the nostrils,	19
Out of which the heavy breathing	19
Warmed the hands of Mudjekeewis.	19
Then he swung aloft his war-club,	19
Shouted loud and long his war-cry,	19
Smote the mighty Mishe-Mokwa	19
In the middle of the forehead,	19
Right between the eyes he smote him.	19
With the heavy blow bewildered,	19
Rose the Great Bear of the mountains;	19
But his knees beneath him trembled,	19
And he whimpered like a woman,	19
As he reeled and staggered forward,	19
As he sat upon his haunches;	19
And the mighty Mudjekeewis,	19
Standing fearlessly before him,	19
Taunted him in loud derision,	19
Spake disdainfully in this wise:	19
"Hark you, Bear! you are a coward;	19
And no Brave, as you pretended;	19
Else you would not cry and whimper	19
Like a miserable woman!	19
Bear! you know our tribes are hostile,	19
Long have been at war together;	19
Now you find that we are strongest,	19
You go sneaking in the forest,	19
You go hiding in the mountains!	19
Had you conquered me in battle	19
Not a groan would I have uttered;	19
But you, Bear! sit here and whimper,	19
And disgrace your tribe by crying,	19
Like a wretched Shaugodaya,	19
Like a cowardly old woman!"	19
Then again he raised his war-club,	19
Smote again the Mishe-Mokwa	19
In the middle of his forehead,	19
Broke his skull, as ice is broken	19
When one goes to fish in Winter.	19
Thus was slain the Mishe-Mokwa,	19
He the Great Bear of the mountains,	19
He the terror of the nations.	19
With a shout exclaimed the people,	19
Henceforth he shall be the West-Wind,	19
And hereafter and forever	19
Shall he hold supreme dominion	19
Over all the winds of heaven.	19
Call him no more Mudjekeewis,	19
Thus was Mudjekeewis chosen	19
For himself he kept the West-Wind,	19
Gave the others to his children;	19
Unto Wabun gave the East-Wind,	19
And the North-Wind, wild and cruel,	19
To the fierce Kabibonokka.	19
Young and beautiful was Wabun;	19
He it was who brought the morning,	19
He it was whose silver arrows	19
Chased the dark o'er hill and valley;	19
He it was whose cheeks were painted	19
With the brightest streaks of crimson,	19
And whose voice awoke the village,	19
Called the deer, and called the hunter.	19
Though the birds sang gayly to him,	19
Though the wild-flowers of the meadow	19
Filled the air with odors for him;	19
Though the forests and the rivers	19
Sang and shouted at his coming,	19
Still his heart was sad within him,	19
For he was alone in heaven.	19
But one morning, gazing earthward,	19
While the village still was sleeping,	19
And the fog lay on the river,	19
Like a ghost, that goes at sunrise,	19
He beheld a maiden walking	19
All alone upon a meadow,	19
Gathering water-flags and rushes	19
By a river in the meadow.	19
Every morning, gazing earthward,	19
Still the first thing he beheld there	19
Was her blue eyes looking at him,	19
Two blue lakes among the rushes.	19
And he loved the lonely maiden,	19
Who thus waited for his coming;	19
For they both were solitary,	19
She on earth and he in heaven.	19
And he wooed her with caresses,	19

From the Great Bear of the mountains,

19

From the terror of the nations,

19

As he lay asleep and cumbrous

19

On the summit of the mountains,

19

Like a rock with mosses on it,

19

Spotted brown and gray with mosses.

19

Silently he stole upon him

19

Till the red nails of the monster

19

Almost touched him, almost scared him,

19

Till the hot breath of his nostrils

19

Warmed the hands of Mudjekeewis,

19

As he drew the Belt of Wampum

19

Over the round ears, that heard not,

19

Over the small eyes, that saw not,

19

Over the long nose and nostrils,

19

The black muffle of the nostrils,

19

Out of which the heavy breathing

19

Warmed the hands of Mudjekeewis.

19

Then he swung aloft his war-club,

19

Shouted loud and long his war-cry,

19

Smote the mighty Mishe-Mokwa

19

In the middle of the forehead,

19

Right between the eyes he smote him.

19

With the heavy blow bewildered,

19

Rose the Great Bear of the mountains;

19

But his knees beneath him trembled,

19

And he whimpered like a woman,

19

As he reeled and staggered forward,

19

As he sat upon his haunches;

19

And the mighty Mudjekeewis,

19

Standing fearlessly before him,

19

Taunted him in loud derision,

19

Spake disdainfully in this wise:

19

"Hark you, Bear! you are a coward;

19

And no Brave, as you pretended;

19

Else you would not cry and whimper

19

Like a miserable woman!

19

Bear! you know our tribes are hostile,

19

Long have been at war together;

19

Now you find that we are strongest,

19

You go sneaking in the forest,

19

You go hiding in the mountains!

19

Had you conquered me in battle

19

Not a groan would I have uttered;

19

But you, Bear! sit here and whimper,

19

And disgrace your tribe by crying,

19

Like a wretched Shaugodaya,

19

Like a cowardly old woman!"

19

Then again he raised his war-club,

19

Smote again the Mishe-Mokwa

19

In the middle of his forehead,

19

Broke his skull, as ice is broken

19

When one goes to fish in Winter.

19

Thus was slain the Mishe-Mokwa,

19

He the Great Bear of the mountains,

19

He the terror of the nations.

19

With a shout exclaimed the people,

19

Henceforth he shall be the West-Wind,

19

And hereafter and forever

19

Shall he hold supreme dominion

19

Over all the winds of heaven.

19

Call him no more Mudjekeewis,

19

Thus was Mudjekeewis chosen

19

For himself he kept the West-Wind,

19

Gave the others to his children;

19

Unto Wabun gave the East-Wind,

19

And the North-Wind, wild and cruel,

19

To the fierce Kabibonokka.

19

Young and beautiful was Wabun;

19

He it was who brought the morning,

19

He it was whose silver arrows

19

Chased the dark o'er hill and valley;

19

He it was whose cheeks were painted

19

With the brightest streaks of crimson,

19

And whose voice awoke the village,

19

Called the deer, and called the hunter.

19

Though the birds sang gayly to him,

19

Though the wild-flowers of the meadow

19

Filled the air with odors for him;

19

Though the forests and the rivers

19

Sang and shouted at his coming,

19

Still his heart was sad within him,

19

For he was alone in heaven.

19

But one morning, gazing earthward,

19

While the village still was sleeping,

19

And the fog lay on the river,

19

Like a ghost, that goes at sunrise,

19

He beheld a maiden walking

19

All alone upon a meadow,

19

Gathering water-flags and rushes

19

By a river in the meadow.

19

Every morning, gazing earthward,

19

Still the first thing he beheld there

19

Was her blue eyes looking at him,

19

Two blue lakes among the rushes.

19

And he loved the lonely maiden,

19

Who thus waited for his coming;

19

For they both were solitary,

19

She on earth and he in heaven.

19

And he wooed her with caresses,

19