The Writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volym 3Houghton, Mifflin, 1891 |
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... toiling negro sighed , that Time No faster sped his hours . For , by the dewy moonlight still , He fed the weary - turning mill , Or bent him in the chill morass , To pluck the long and tangled grass , And hear above his scar - worn ...
... toiling negro sighed , that Time No faster sped his hours . For , by the dewy moonlight still , He fed the weary - turning mill , Or bent him in the chill morass , To pluck the long and tangled grass , And hear above his scar - worn ...
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... toil , the tears , The shame and hate , which liken well Earth's garden to the nether hell Had found in nature's self a tongue , On which the gathered horror hung ; As if from cliff , and stream , and glen Burst on the startled ears of ...
... toil , the tears , The shame and hate , which liken well Earth's garden to the nether hell Had found in nature's self a tongue , On which the gathered horror hung ; As if from cliff , and stream , and glen Burst on the startled ears of ...
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... toil as they will at the loom or the wheel , Too stupid for shame , and too vulgar to feel ! " But thou art too lovely and precious a gem To be bound to their burdens and sullied by them ; For shame , Ellen , shame , cast thy bondage ...
... toil as they will at the loom or the wheel , Too stupid for shame , and too vulgar to feel ! " But thou art too lovely and precious a gem To be bound to their burdens and sullied by them ; For shame , Ellen , shame , cast thy bondage ...
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... toiled to win ? Is this the soil whereon they moved ? Are these the graves they slumber in ? Are we the sons by whom are borne The mantles which the dead have worn ? And shall we crouch above these graves , With craven soul and fettered ...
... toiled to win ? Is this the soil whereon they moved ? Are these the graves they slumber in ? Are we the sons by whom are borne The mantles which the dead have worn ? And shall we crouch above these graves , With craven soul and fettered ...
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... toiling bondman's utter need , Ye pile your own full board . How long , O Lord ! how long Shall such a priesthood barter truth away , And in Thy name , for robbery and wrong At Thy own altars pray ? Is not Thy hand stretched forth ...
... toiling bondman's utter need , Ye pile your own full board . How long , O Lord ! how long Shall such a priesthood barter truth away , And in Thy name , for robbery and wrong At Thy own altars pray ? Is not Thy hand stretched forth ...
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