The North and South, Or, Slavery and Its Contrasts: A Tale of Real Life

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Crissy & Markley, 1852 - Slavery - 350 pages
 

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Page 180 - 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. Sometime? a place of right, Sometimes a place of wrong, Sometimes a place of rogues and thieves, And honest men among.
Page 122 - Why seest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, and seest not the beam that is in thine own...
Page 188 - OH ! ask not, hope thou not too much Of sympathy below ; Few are the hearts whence one same touch Bids the sweet fountains flow: Few— and by still conflicting powers Forbidden here to meet — Such ties would make this life of ours Too fair for aught so fleet.
Page 251 - I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.
Page 200 - Lies in its desolation, — this is love. What is the tale that I would tell ? Not one Of strange adventure, but a common tale Of woman's wretchedness ; one to be read Daily in many a young and blighted heart.
Page 170 - Capricious, wanton, bold, and brutal, lust " Is meanly selfish, when resisted cruel, " And like the blast of pestilential winds
Page 53 - It is a barb'rous grossness, to lay on The weight of scorn, where heavy misery Too much already weighs men's fortunes down.
Page 35 - Hath had n' occasion nor no field to try The strength and forces of his worthiness : Those parts of judgment which felicity Keeps as concealed, affliction must express ; And only men show their abilities, And what they are, in their extremities.
Page 17 - Thou, in whose voice, to bless thy child, Lay tones of love so deep, Whose eye o'er all my youth hath smiled — I leave thee ! let me weep ! Mother ! I leave thee ! on thy breast, Pouring out joy and woe ; I have found that holy place of rest Still changeless — yet I go ! Lips, that have lulled me with your strain, Eyes, that have watched my sleep ! Will earth give love like yours again ? — Sweet mother ! let me weep...

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