The American Fugitive in Europe: Sketches of Places and People AbroadSheldon, Lamport & Blakeman, 1855 - 315 страници |
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... light as does the man who hires a horse for a limited period ; he feels no interest in him , only to get the worth of his money . Not so with the man who owns the slave ; he regards him as so much property , of which care should be ...
... light as does the man who hires a horse for a limited period ; he feels no interest in him , only to get the worth of his money . Not so with the man who owns the slave ; he regards him as so much property , of which care should be ...
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... ! Feel , as thou look'st upon its light , That blessings on its beams are shed ! For rich , and poor , and bond , and free , Will also gaze and pray for thee . CHAPTER I. " Adieu , adieu ! - my native 34 MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR .
... ! Feel , as thou look'st upon its light , That blessings on its beams are shed ! For rich , and poor , and bond , and free , Will also gaze and pray for thee . CHAPTER I. " Adieu , adieu ! - my native 34 MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR .
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... moon was in her meridian splendor , pouring her broad light over the calm sea ; while near to us , on our starboard side , was a ship , with her snow- white sails spread aloft , and stealing through the water 38 PLACES AND PEOPLE ABROAD .
... moon was in her meridian splendor , pouring her broad light over the calm sea ; while near to us , on our starboard side , was a ship , with her snow- white sails spread aloft , and stealing through the water 38 PLACES AND PEOPLE ABROAD .
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... light from the street - lamps and the brilliant shop- windows gave it the appearance of day - light in a new form . " What street is this ? " we asked . " Cheapside , " was the reply . The street was thronged , and everybody seemed to ...
... light from the street - lamps and the brilliant shop- windows gave it the appearance of day - light in a new form . " What street is this ? " we asked . " Cheapside , " was the reply . The street was thronged , and everybody seemed to ...
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... light . All distinctions are removed , and Papist and Huguenot meet together in friendly com- munion . ( Loud cheers . ) Who that thinks of these amazing changes can doubt of the progress that has been made ? But whoever denies the ...
... light . All distinctions are removed , and Papist and Huguenot meet together in friendly com- munion . ( Loud cheers . ) Who that thinks of these amazing changes can doubt of the progress that has been made ? But whoever denies the ...
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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 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!