The American Fugitive in Europe: Sketches of Places and People AbroadSheldon, Lamport & Blakeman, 1855 - 315 страници |
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... hours before , had arrested poor , panting , fugitive slaves , now read a chapter from the Bible , and offered a prayer to God ; as if that benignant and omnipotent One consecrated the infernal act he had just committed . • The next ...
... hours before , had arrested poor , panting , fugitive slaves , now read a chapter from the Bible , and offered a prayer to God ; as if that benignant and omnipotent One consecrated the infernal act he had just committed . • The next ...
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... hours , when the clouds rolled away , and his friend , with its shining face , the North Star , - welcomed his sight . True as the needle to the pole , he obeyed its attractive beauty , and walked on till daylight dawned . It was winter ...
... hours , when the clouds rolled away , and his friend , with its shining face , the North Star , - welcomed his sight . True as the needle to the pole , he obeyed its attractive beauty , and walked on till daylight dawned . It was winter ...
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... hour - an hour big with fate to him he saw the covered - wagon making its appear- ance , and no one in it but the person he before accosted . Trembling with hope and fear , he entered the wagon , and was carried to the person's house ...
... hour - an hour big with fate to him he saw the covered - wagon making its appear- ance , and no one in it but the person he before accosted . Trembling with hope and fear , he entered the wagon , and was carried to the person's house ...
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... Lake Erie , Brown often took fugitives from Cleveland and other ports to Buffalo , or Detroit , from either of which places they could cross to Canada in an hour . During the season of 1842 , this fugitive slave conveyed no 28 MEMOIR OF.
... Lake Erie , Brown often took fugitives from Cleveland and other ports to Buffalo , or Detroit , from either of which places they could cross to Canada in an hour . During the season of 1842 , this fugitive slave conveyed no 28 MEMOIR OF.
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... hours brought us to Halifax , at six o'clock in the evening . In company with my friend the President of the Oberlin Institute , I took a stroll through the town ; and from what little I saw of the people in the streets , I am sure that ...
... hours brought us to Halifax , at six o'clock in the evening . In company with my friend the President of the Oberlin Institute , I took a stroll through the town ; and from what little I saw of the people in the streets , I am sure that ...
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The American Fugitive In Europe - Sketches Of Places And People Abroad William Wells Brown Ограничен достъп - 2014 |
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Страница 150 - Near this spot are deposited the Remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity. Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man without his Vices.
Страница 129 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Страница 202 - The time shall come, when free as seas or wind Unbounded Thames ° shall flow for all mankind ; Whole nations enter with each swelling tide, And seas but join the regions they divide ; Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold, And the new world launch forth to seek the old.
Страница 251 - YE banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers. Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O
Страница 91 - The moon on the east oriel shone Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined; Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand 'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand In many a freakish knot had twined; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Страница 158 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Страница 270 - Where should Othello go? — Now, how dost thou look now ? O ill-starr'd wench ! Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity. — O cursed, cursed slave ! — Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur ! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire ! — O Desdemona!