The American Fugitive in Europe: Sketches of Places and People AbroadSheldon, Lamport & Blakeman, 1855 - 315 страници |
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... passed on , and the mother was separated from her child forever . " After the woman's child had been given away , Mr. Walker rudely commanded her to retire into the ranks with the other slaves . Women who had children were not chained ...
... passed on , and the mother was separated from her child forever . " After the woman's child had been given away , Mr. Walker rudely commanded her to retire into the ranks with the other slaves . Women who had children were not chained ...
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... passed ; the fugitive at- tempted to speak , but fear deprived him of voice . A third made his appearance . He wore a broad - brimmed hat and a long coat , and was evidently walking only for exercise . William scanned him well , and ...
... passed ; the fugitive at- tempted to speak , but fear deprived him of voice . A third made his appearance . He wore a broad - brimmed hat and a long coat , and was evidently walking only for exercise . William scanned him well , and ...
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... passing out of Boston Bay , 1 took my stand on the quarter - deck , to take a last farewell ( at least for a time ) of my native land . A visit to the Old World , up to that time , had seemed but a dream . As I looked back upon the ...
... passing out of Boston Bay , 1 took my stand on the quarter - deck , to take a last farewell ( at least for a time ) of my native land . A visit to the Old World , up to that time , had seemed but a dream . As I looked back upon the ...
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... passed them out , and I was soon comfortably installed at Brown's Temperance Hotel , Clayton - square . 1 No person of my complexion can visit this country without being struck with the marked difference between the English and the ...
... passed them out , and I was soon comfortably installed at Brown's Temperance Hotel , Clayton - square . 1 No person of my complexion can visit this country without being struck with the marked difference between the English and the ...
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... passed a filthy and noisy market , where fruit and vegetable women were screaming and begging those passing by to purchase their commodities ; while in and about the market - place were throngs of beggars fighting for rotten fruit ...
... passed a filthy and noisy market , where fruit and vegetable women were screaming and begging those passing by to purchase their commodities ; while in and about the market - place were throngs of beggars fighting for rotten fruit ...
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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!