I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
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I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.

Execrable son! so to aspire
Above his brethren, to himself assuming
Authority usurp'd, from God not given.
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Execrable son! so to aspire
Above his brethren, to himself assuming
Authority usurp'd, from God not given.
He gave us only over beast, fish, fowl,
Dominion absolute; that right we hold
By his donation; but man over men
He made not lord; such title to himself
Reserving, human left from human free.

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.

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

Cotton is king; or slavery in the Light of Political Economy.

Cotton is king; or slavery in the Light of Political Economy.

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.

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.

[England] a soil whose air is deemed too pure for slaves to
breathe in.

[England] a soil whose air is deemed too pure for slaves to
breathe in.

Before complaining that you are a slave to another, be sure that you are not a slave to self. Look read more

Before complaining that you are a slave to another, be sure that you are not a slave to self. Look within;...You will find there, perchance, slavish thoughts, slavish desires, and in your daily life and conduct slavish habits. Conquer these; cease to be a slave to self, and no man will have the power to enslave you.