Essays, Philanthropic & Moral: Principally Relating to the Abolition of Slavery in AmericaT. E. Chapman, 1845 - 120 sider |
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Essays, Philanthropic & Moral: Principally Relating to the Abolition of ... Elizabeth Margaret Chandler Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Afric's agony amid anguish ANTHONY BENEZET bear beautiful beneath bitter bless bliss blood bosom breast breath bright brother brow burst calm chains cheek Christian clouds crush'd dark dear death deep despairing band dreams e'en earth ELIZABETH MARGARET CHANDLER Emancipation Father feel female fetters flowers forever friends gathered band gaze gentle glance gloom grave grief guilt gush hand happiness hath heart heaven holy hope human Jehovah JOHN WOOLMAN land lift light limbs look look'd maize midst mind mingled mirth mother neath never night o'er oppression pale night pass'd philanthropy pour'd prayer proud racter round scenes scourge seem'd selfishness shame silent slave slavery sleep slumber smile sorrow soul spirit stood suffering sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought toil torn trafficker in human voice wave weary weep WIFE'S LAMENT wild woman's wrong young
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Side 15 - Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity it profiteth me nothing.
Side 92 - Rachel weeping for her children, and refusing to be comforted, because they are not.
Side 102 - If thou art worn and hard beset With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget, If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, Go to the woods and hills! — No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
Side 38 - Lucy had (and it was a consolation) clung to the belief that, despite of appearances and his own confession, his past life had not been such as to place him without the pale...
Side 41 - More mortal than the common births of Fate. Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root; each moment plays His little weapon in the narrower sphere Of sweet domestic comfort, and cuts down The fairest bloom of sublunary bliss.
Side 33 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Side 23 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again ; The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Side 51 - Her step, as in obedience to an impulse or a signal, would not waken an insect ; if she speaks, her accents are a soft echo of natural harmony, most delicious to the sick man's ear, conveying all that sound can convey of pity, comfort, and devotion ; and thus, night after night, she tends him like a creature sent from a higher world : when all earthly watchfulness has failed, her eye never winked, her mind never palled, her nature, that at other times is weakness, now gaining a superhuman strength...
Side 79 - IT was a beautiful turn given by a great lady, who being asked where her husband was, when he lay concealed for hav.ing been deeply concerned in a conspiracy, resolutely answered that she had hidden him.
Side 73 - Thou shall have fame ! Oh, mockery ! give the reed From storms a shelter — give the drooping vine Something round which its tendrils may entwine — Give the parched flower a rain-drop, and the meed Of love's kind words to woman!