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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.]
No more slave States and no more slave territory.
- Salmon Portland Chase,
No more slave States and no more slave territory.
- Salmon Portland Chase,
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.
They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
. . . .
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They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
. . . .
They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.
The moment the slave resolves that he will no longer be a slave, his fetters fall. Freedom and slavery are read more
The moment the slave resolves that he will no longer be a slave, his fetters fall. Freedom and slavery are mental states.
Life without the courage for death is slavery
Life without the courage for death is slavery
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.
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.
