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Foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of Gaul,
that moment they are free.
[Lat., read more
Foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of Gaul,
that moment they are free.
[Lat., Servi peregrini, ut primum Galliae fines penetraverint
eodem momento liberi sunt.]
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They read more
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
The very mudsills of society. . . . We call them
slaves. . . . But I will not read more
The very mudsills of society. . . . We call them
slaves. . . . But I will not characterize that class at the North
with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere,
it is eternal.
The man who gives me employment, which I must have or suffer,
that man is my master, let me read more
The man who gives me employment, which I must have or suffer,
that man is my master, let me call him what I will.
I didn't know I was a slave until I found out I couldn't do the things I wanted
I didn't know I was a slave until I found out I couldn't do the things I wanted
In giving freedom to the slave we assure freedom to the
free,--honorable alike in what we give and what read more
In giving freedom to the slave we assure freedom to the
free,--honorable alike in what we give and what we preserve.
In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her read more
In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her mighty lakes and star-crowned mountains. But my rapture is soon checked when I remember that all is cursed with the infernal spirit of slave-holding and wrong; When I remember that with the waters of her noblest rivers, the tears of my brethren are borne to the ocean, disregarded and forgotten; That her most fertile fields drink daily of the warm blood of my outraged sisters, I am filled with unutterable loathing.
Where bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
Where bastard Freedom waves
Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
