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The writings of Robert C. Sands

in prose and verse with a memoir of the author
Sands, Robert Charles (1799-1832)

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VOL. I.
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YAMOYDEN,
  
ADVERTISEMENT.
  
PROEM.
  
INTRODUCTION.
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CANTO FIRST.
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CANTO SECOND.
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CANTO THIRD.
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CANTO FOURTH.
  
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I. TO THE MANITTO OF DREAMS.
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II.
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III.
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IV.
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V.
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VI. THE PROPHECY.
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VII.
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VIII.
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IX.
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X.
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XI.
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XII.
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XIII.
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XIV.
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XV.
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XVI.
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XVII. SONG OF THE POW-WAHS.
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XVIII.
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XIX.
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XX.
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XXI.
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XXII.
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XXIII.
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XXIV.
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XXV.
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XXVI.
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XXVII.
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XXVIII. SONG OF THE PRIESTESS.
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XXIX.
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XXX.
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XXXI.
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CANTO FIFTH.
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CANTO SIXTH.
  
CONCLUSION.
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VOL. II.

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XI.

“Mourn, land of my fathers! the red men have pass'd,
Like the strown leaves of autumn, dispersed by the blast!
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Mourn, land of the victor! a curse shall remain,
Till appeased in their clime are the ghosts of the slain!
Like the plants that by pure hands of virgins alone
Must be plucked,

“L'on montre certaines Plantes fort salutaires, qui n'ont point de virtu, disent les Sauvages, si elles ne sont employées par des mains vierges.”—Idem, 350.

or their charm and their virtue is gone,
So the fair fruits of freedom, souls only can taste,
That are stained by no crime, by no passion debased.
His nest where the foul bird of avarice

The Hawk. See a Note to the First Canto.

hath made,
The songsters in terror took wing from the shade;
And man, if unclean in his bosom the fire,
No holier spirits descend to inspire.
Mourn, land of the victor! our curse shall remain,
Till appeased for their wrongs be the souls of the slain!”
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