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The Fall of the Indian: With Other Poems

This volume includes a selection of poems that delve into the experiences and perspectives of Native Americans, offering a glimpse into their history, traditions, and contemporary challenges. more

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Isaac McLellan
Isaac McLellan

Isaac McLellan (May 21, 1806 – August 20, 1899) was an American poet, journalist, and author from Boston, Massachusetts. He is best known for his nature-themed poetry and prose, particularly works depicting the landscapes and seascapes of New England. His notable collections include 'Songs of the Forest and Ocean' (1845) and 'Voices of Nature' (1852). McLellan contributed regularly to the Boston Courier and other periodicals, and in his later years focused on local historical research. He remains a minor but recognized figure in 19th-century American literature. more

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“Behold, O Lord, that I am indignant with myself, for my senseless, profitless, hurtful, perilous passions; that I loathe myself, for these inordinate, unseemly, deformed, false, shameful, disgraceful passions; that my confusion is daily before me, and the shame of my face hath covered me. Alas! woe, woe! O me, how long?”

“Ever since our first fathers by infection took this morbum sathanicum, this devilish disease, pride, of the devil, such tinder is our nature, that every little spark sets us on fire; our nature hath grown so light, that every little thing puffeth us up, and sets us aloft in our altitudes presently.”

“I am ever Thine. If Thou cast me out, who shall take me in? If Thou disregard me, who shall look on me? More canst Thou remit, than I commit; more canst Thou spare, than I offend. Let not hurtful pleasures overcome me; at the least let not any perverse habit overwhelm me; From evil and unlawful desires; From vain, hurtful, impure imaginations; from the illusions of evil spirits; from pollutions of soul and of body; Good Lord, deliver me.”