The Sewanee Review, Volume 13University of the South, 1905 - American fiction |
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... with the cash paid went certain privileges , such as free house , fuel , water , garden plot , pasture for a pig or calf , etc. This was and still is true principally of the country districts , The Servant Problem in a Black Belt Village 7.
... with the cash paid went certain privileges , such as free house , fuel , water , garden plot , pasture for a pig or calf , etc. This was and still is true principally of the country districts , The Servant Problem in a Black Belt Village 7.
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and still is true principally of the country districts , but there are many privileges given to the negro in small villages like Auburn . And there are also many perquisites belonging to the house- servant , such as old clothes , left ...
and still is true principally of the country districts , but there are many privileges given to the negro in small villages like Auburn . And there are also many perquisites belonging to the house- servant , such as old clothes , left ...
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... true also of parts of Mississippi , Georgia , Florida , and South Carolina where I have been . An agricultural colony from the North will pay more and make the negro work for it or get out ; he or she usually gets out . The merely ...
... true also of parts of Mississippi , Georgia , Florida , and South Carolina where I have been . An agricultural colony from the North will pay more and make the negro work for it or get out ; he or she usually gets out . The merely ...
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... was all in vain . True , it may not have eradi- cated all vicious hankerings from the human make - up , but of the seeds which it lodged in it , some have to this day not ceased giving fruit . To the era of Rousseau may be.
... was all in vain . True , it may not have eradi- cated all vicious hankerings from the human make - up , but of the seeds which it lodged in it , some have to this day not ceased giving fruit . To the era of Rousseau may be.
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... true tale upon its lips , or whether the devil in a pleasing shape has appeared with a tale of falsehood , that Hamlet plans the Mouse - trap . Note the plan in all its details . Hamlet believes that no man who had committed the crime ...
... true tale upon its lips , or whether the devil in a pleasing shape has appeared with a tale of falsehood , that Hamlet plans the Mouse - trap . Note the plan in all its details . Hamlet believes that no man who had committed the crime ...
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Page 469 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 157 - Put, I pray thee, thy hand under my thigh : and I will make thee swear by the LORD, the God of heaven, and the God of the earth, that thou shalt not take a wife unto my son of the daughters of the Canaanites, among whom I dwell : but thou shalt go unto my country and to my kindred, and take a wife unto my son Isaac.
Page 90 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Page 465 - When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Page 85 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 176 - We have not wings, we cannot soar: But we have feet to scale and climb, By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
Page 86 - So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 92 - I hear the tread of pioneers Of nations yet to be ; The first low wash of waves, where soon Shall roll a human sea. The rudiments of empire here Are plastic yet, and warm ; The chaos of a mighty world Is rounding into form...
Page 92 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 180 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.