National LyricsTicknor and Fields, 1866 - 104 páginas |
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... The coming of the sword we saw ; We heard the nearing steps of doom , And saw the shade of things to come . In grief which they alone can feel Who from a mother's wrong appeal , ༡༡༡ ། With blended lines of fear and hope We cast our.
... The coming of the sword we saw ; We heard the nearing steps of doom , And saw the shade of things to come . In grief which they alone can feel Who from a mother's wrong appeal , ༡༡༡ ། With blended lines of fear and hope We cast our.
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... mothers from their children riven ! What ! God's own image bought and sold ! AMERICANS to market driven , And bartered as the brute for gold ! Speak ! shall their agony of prayer Come thrilling to our hearts in vain ? To us whose ...
... mothers from their children riven ! What ! God's own image bought and sold ! AMERICANS to market driven , And bartered as the brute for gold ! Speak ! shall their agony of prayer Come thrilling to our hearts in vain ? To us whose ...
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... swings , Where the noisome insect stings , THE FAREWELL . - Where the fever demon strews Poison. OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO SOUTHERN BONDAGE . VOICE OF NEW ENGLAND . 18 NATIONAL LYRICS THE FAREWELL.
... swings , Where the noisome insect stings , THE FAREWELL . - Where the fever demon strews Poison. OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO SOUTHERN BONDAGE . VOICE OF NEW ENGLAND . 18 NATIONAL LYRICS THE FAREWELL.
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... mother's eye is near them , There no mother's ear can hear them ; Never , when the torturing lash Seams their back with many a gash , Shall a mother's kindness bless them , Or a mother's arms caress them . Gone , gone sold and gone , To ...
... mother's eye is near them , There no mother's ear can hear them ; Never , when the torturing lash Seams their back with many a gash , Shall a mother's kindness bless them , Or a mother's arms caress them . Gone , gone sold and gone , To ...
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... mother's love . Gone , gone sold and gone , To the rice - swamp dank and lone , From Virginia's hills and waters , Woe is me , my stolen daughters ! --- LINES . LINES , 21 WRITTEN ON READING THE MESSAGE 20 NATIONAL LYRICS .
... mother's love . Gone , gone sold and gone , To the rice - swamp dank and lone , From Virginia's hills and waters , Woe is me , my stolen daughters ! --- LINES . LINES , 21 WRITTEN ON READING THE MESSAGE 20 NATIONAL LYRICS .
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altars angels beneath blast blazing blessed blood blow bondman's brand brave breath brow calm chain curse dank and lone dark dead dumb earth evil eyes false earth Faneuil Hall fathers fear fetters fire flag Freedom Freedom's God's gone sold grave gray hand Hark hath haunted ground hear heard heart Heaven hills and waters holy honor human land LE MARAIS Liberty lips look Lord lords of Chios manhood Massachusetts mercy Mexitli Moloch moral lepers Mother mountain mountain band nebber night Northern Northern eagle o'er pain Pilgrim poor prayer rejoice rice-swamp dank rolls round scorn shadow shadow fall Shadows weaving shame slave slavery Slavery's sold and gone song soul stolen daughters stooped storm strife sunny valleys tears thee thou thrilling To-day toil tread truth turn unto vales valleys Virginia Virginia's hills voice wave wild winds words wrong Ximena
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