The American Fugitive in Europe: Sketches of Places and People AbroadSheldon, Lamport & Blakeman, 1855 - 315 páginas |
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... arrival there , he was , as he expected , tied up in the smoke - house , and whipped till Freeland was satis- fied , and then smoked with tobacco - stems . This the slaveholder called " Virginia play . " After being well whipped and ...
... arrival there , he was , as he expected , tied up in the smoke - house , and whipped till Freeland was satis- fied , and then smoked with tobacco - stems . This the slaveholder called " Virginia play . " After being well whipped and ...
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... and inspires , but freedom from torturing pangs , and overwhelming grief . At the end of the week they arrived at New Orleans , the place of their destination . Here the slaves were placed in a negro - pen , where those who 12 MEMOIR OF.
... and inspires , but freedom from torturing pangs , and overwhelming grief . At the end of the week they arrived at New Orleans , the place of their destination . Here the slaves were placed in a negro - pen , where those who 12 MEMOIR OF.
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... flesh than another , it is the selling of one's own blood relations . He accordingly set out for the city in search of a new master . When he arrived there , he proceeded to the jail with the hope of seeing his sister , but 16 MEMOIR OF.
... flesh than another , it is the selling of one's own blood relations . He accordingly set out for the city in search of a new master . When he arrived there , he proceeded to the jail with the hope of seeing his sister , but 16 MEMOIR OF.
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... arrived , and they left the city just as the clock struck nine . Having found a boat , they crossed the river in it . Whose boat it was he did not know ; neither did he care . When it had served his purpose , he turned it adrift , and ...
... arrived , and they left the city just as the clock struck nine . Having found a boat , they crossed the river in it . Whose boat it was he did not know ; neither did he care . When it had served his purpose , he turned it adrift , and ...
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... arrived in the town of Cleveland , Ohio , on the banks of Lake Erie , where he determined to remain until the spring of the year , and then to try and reach Canada . Here he was compelled to work merely for his food . Having tasted the ...
... arrived in the town of Cleveland , Ohio , on the banks of Lake Erie , where he determined to remain until the spring of the year , and then to try and reach Canada . Here he was compelled to work merely for his food . Having tasted the ...
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The American Fugitive In Europe - Sketches Of Places And People Abroad William Wells Brown Vista previa limitada - 2014 |
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Abbey American appearance arrived beautiful British Brown building Byron castle CHAPTER Cheapside church Cobden colored Crystal Palace door Elihu Burritt Eliza Cook Ellen Craft England English entered eyes feel feet French fugitive slave genius gentleman ground hall hand Hartley Coleridge Hartwell House heard heart hundred interest Joseph Hume labor lady land leaving London look Lord Lord Byron Louis Marie Antoinette meeting metropolis miles mind monument morning mother nation never night o'clock painted palace Paris party passed Peace Congress persons poet prince residence Richard Cobden ruins scarcely scene seat seemed seen Shakspeare side slavery soon speaker speech splendid stands steamer stone stood stranger streets stroll thee Thomas Hood thou thought tion took Tower town Victor Hugo walk walls William William Wells Brown young
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Página 245 - For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right...
Página 280 - Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Página 12 - Th' insulting tyrant, prancing o'er the field Strow'd with Rome's citizens, and drench'd in slaughter, His horse's hoofs wet with Patrician blood ! Oh, Portius ! is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man, Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!