The American Fugitive in Europe: Sketches of Places and People AbroadSheldon, Lamport & Blakeman, 1855 - 315 Seiten |
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... kind . If there is one thing more revolting in the trade of human 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 ...
... kind . If there is one thing more revolting in the trade of human 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 ...
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... kind looks , and heard nothing but tender words . He began to feel the pulsations of a new exist- ence . White men always scorned him , but now a white benevolent woman felt glad to wait on him ; it was a rev- olution in his experience ...
... kind looks , and heard nothing but tender words . He began to feel the pulsations of a new exist- ence . White men always scorned him , but now a white benevolent woman felt glad to wait on him ; it was a rev- olution in his experience ...
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... kind Quaker , who so hospitably entertained Wil- liam , was called Wells Brown . He remained with him about a fortnight , during which time he was well fed and clothed . Before leaving , the Quaker asked him what was his name besides ...
... kind Quaker , who so hospitably entertained Wil- liam , was called Wells Brown . He remained with him about a fortnight , during which time he was well fed and clothed . Before leaving , the Quaker asked him what was his name besides ...
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... kind ; my own was among the missing . However , I lost nothing ; for a benevolent lady , who happened to be one of the company , presented me with one which was of far more value than the one I had lost . Every one appeared to enjoy the ...
... kind ; my own was among the missing . However , I lost nothing ; for a benevolent lady , who happened to be one of the company , presented me with one which was of far more value than the one I had lost . Every one appeared to enjoy the ...
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... kind is done with a degree of propriety in London that would put the New Yorkers to blush . If you are run over in London , they " beg your pardon ; if they run over you in New York , you are " laughed at : " in London , if your hat is ...
... kind is done with a degree of propriety in London that would put the New Yorkers to blush . If you are run over in London , they " beg your pardon ; if they run over you in New York , you are " laughed at : " in London , if your hat is ...
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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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Seite 245 - For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!