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Stran 139 - Power fell upon him, and bright tongues of flame, And blessings reached him from poor souls in stress ; And benedictions from black pits of shame, And little children's love, and old men's prayers, And a Great Hand that led him unawares. So he died rich. And if his eyes were blurred With thick films — silence!
Stran 130 - Congress ever acted; for it annuls all past compromises with slavery, and makes any future compromises impossible. Thus, it puts freedom and slavery face to face, and bids them grapple. Who can doubt the result?
Stran 124 - SEC. 12. If any free person, by speaking or by writing, assert or maintain that persons have not the right to hold slaves in this Territory...
Stran 130 - Sir, the bill you are about to pass is at once the worst and the best on which Congress ever acted. Yes, Sir, WORST and BEST at the same time. It is the worst bill, inasmuch as it is a present victory of Slavery. In a Christian land, and in an age of civilization, a time-honored statute of Freedom is struck down, opening the way to all the countless woes and wrongs of human bondage. Among the crimes of history, another is soon to be recorded, which no tears can blot out, and which in better days...
Stran 272 - That it shall and may be lawful for the President of the United States to cause so much of any territory belonging to the United States, west of the river Mississippi, not included in any state or organized territory, and to which the Indian title has been extinguished...
Stran 139 - And the little voluble, chattering daws of men Peck at me curiously, let it then be said By some one brave enough to speak the truth : Here lies a great soul killed by cruel wrong. Down all the balmy days of his fresh youth To his bleak, desolate noon, with sword and song, And speech that rushed up hotly from the heart, He wrought for liberty, till his own wound (He had been stabbed), concealed with painful art Through wasting years, mastered him, and he swooned, And sank there where you see him...
Stran 294 - ... a few small stones, which produced a sound like pebbles in a gourd shell. After dancing round the fire for some time, without appearing to notice the strangers, they departed, raising the same wolfish howl, with which they had entered; but their music and their yelling continued to be heard about the village during the night. This ceremony, called the dog dance, was performed by the Konzas for the entertainment of their guests. Mr. Seymour took an opportunity to sketch the attitudes and dresses...
Stran 294 - Indians collected around the fire in the centre of the lodge, yelling incessantly ; at length their bowlings assumed something of a measured tone, and they began to accompany their voices with a sort of drum and rattles. After singing for some time, one who appeared to be their leader, struck the post over the fire with his lance, and they all began to dance, keeping very exact time with the music.
Stran 139 - The popular shibboleth of courtiers' lips ; But smote for her when God himself seemed dumb And all his arching skies were in eclipse. He was a-weary, but he fought his fight, And stood for simple manhood ; and was joyed To see the august broadening of the light And new earths heaving heavenward from the void.
Stran 121 - Desolation and ruin reigned on every hand ; homes and firesides were deserted ; the smoke of burning dwellings darkened the atmosphere ; women and children, driven from their habitations, wandered over the prairies and among the woodlands, or sought refuge and protection even among the Indian tribes.

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