The Slave Captain: A Legend of Liverpool

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T. C. Newby, 1847 - 288 páginas
 

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Página 109 - Heaven forming each on other to depend. A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of alL Wants, frailties, passions, closer still ally The common interest, or endear the tie.
Página 128 - O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
Página 271 - My father's spirit in arms ! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
Página 143 - You have among you many a purchased slave, Which, like your asses and your dogs and mules, You use in abject and in slavish parts, Because you bought them...
Página 219 - She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife.
Página 81 - Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world But those who slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them ? There are who in the path of social life Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun, And sting the soul — Ay, till its healthful frame Is chang'd to secret, fest'ring, sore disease, So deadly is the wound.
Página 128 - Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home! These are our realms, no limits to their sway Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
Página 56 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Página 246 - Then before All they stand — the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian- angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...
Página 143 - And all the piebald polity that reigns In free confusion o'er Columbia's plains? To think that man, thou just and gentle God, Should stand before Thee, with a tyrant's rod O'er creatures like himself, with soul from thee, Yet dare to boast of perfect liberty...

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