Maum Guinea, and her plantation 'children'.

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الصفحة 28 - WHEN a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.
الصفحة 47 - LOOK out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with thine eyes, On which, than on the lights above, There hang more destinies. Night's beauty is the harmony Of blending shades and light ; Then, lady, up, — look out, and be A sister to the night ! Sleep not ! thine image wakes for aye Within my watching breast : Sleep not ! from her soft sleep should fly Who robs all hearts of rest. Nay, lady, from thy slumbers break, And make this darkness gay With looks, whose brightness well might make Of darker...
الصفحة 191 - A prison is a house of care. A place where none can thrive, A touchstone true to try a friend, A grave for one alive. Sometimes a place of right. Sometimes a place of wrong, Sometimes a place of rogues and thieves, And honest men among.
الصفحة 57 - With what free growth the elm and plane Fling their huge arms across my way, Gray, old, and cumbered with a train Of vines, as huge, and old, and gray ! Free stray the lucid streams, and find No taint in these fresh lawns and shades ; Free spring the flowers that scent the wind Where never scythe has swept the glades.
الصفحة 195 - Oh, they listened, looked, and waited, Till their hope became despair; And the sobs of low bewailing Filled the pauses of their prayer. Then up spake a Scottish maiden, With her ear unto the ground : 'Dinna ye hear it? — dinna ye hear it? The pipes o...
الصفحة 34 - Deep down, far off, the city lay, When forth from all its spires was swept A music o'er our souls ; and they To music's midmost meanings leapt...
الصفحة 57 - In pastures, measureless as air, The bison is my noble game; The bounding elk, whose antlers tear The branches, falls before my aim. Mine are the river-fowl that scream From the long stripe of waving sedge; The bear, that marks my weapon's gleam, Hides vainly in the forest's edge...
الصفحة 3 - The native character of the black race under the slave system is toned down rather than changed. We find among the slaves all those idiosyncrasies which distinguish the negro type in its native land. Superstitious, excitable, imaginative, given to exaggeration, easily frightened, improvident and dependent, he forms a most singular study ; and. so differently do the negro character and the relation of slave and master impress different observers, that the philanthropic world is greatly at a loss for...
الصفحة 78 - I'll keep a sharp lookout for some other pretty girl, that will suit you just as well." " Don't want no Oder," was the trembling reply. It was evident that Philip Fairfax, with all his good feeling — his young, generous nature — did not regard the fact of a slave losing the object of his affection, and...
الصفحة 34 - And had he not long read Her heart's hush'd secret in the soft dark eye Lighted at his approach, and on the cheek Colouring all crimson at his lightest look...

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