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Frederic Edwin Church, Eruption at Cotopaxi, 1862

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Martin Johnson Heade, Thunderstorm Over Narragansett Bay, 1868

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Eastman Johnson, Negro Life at the South

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Winslow Homer, The Army of the Potomac—A Sharpshooter on Picket Duty, 1862

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Homer, Prisoners from the Front, 1866

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Thomas C. Roche, A Dead Confederate Soldier

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Timothy O’Sullivan, A Harvest of Death

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A stern, a sad, a darkly meditative, a distrustful, if not a desperate man, did he become, from the night of that fearful dream.

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Nathaniel Hawthorne, Young Goodman Brown

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And when he had lived long, and was borne to his grave, a hoary corpse, followed by Faith, an aged woman, and children and grand-children, a goodly procession, besides neighbors, not a few, they carved no hopeful verse upon his tomb-stone; for his dying hour was gloom.

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Nathaniel Hawthorne, Young Goodman Brown

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Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchers of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories, and criticism.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

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The foregoing generations beheld God and nature face to face; we, through their eyes. Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe? Why should not we have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs?

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

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The sun shines to-day also. There is more wool and flax in the fields. There are new lands, new men, new thoughts. Let us demand our own works and laws and worship.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

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Embosomed for a season in nature, whose floods of life stream around and through us, and invite us by the powers they supply, to action proportioned to nature, why should we grope among the dry bones of the past, or put the living generation into masquerade out of its faded wardrobe?

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

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To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

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Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

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In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

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I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

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There I feel that nothing can befall me in life,-no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground,-my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space,-all mean egotism vanishes.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

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In this distribution of functions, the scholar is the delegated intellect. In the right state, he is, Man Thinking. In the degenerate state, when the victim of society, he tends to become a mere thinker, or, still worse, the parrot of other men's thinking.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

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It cam into him, life; it went out from him, truth. It came to him, short-lived actions; it went out from him, immortal thoughts. It cam to him, business; it went from him, poetry.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

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Yet hence arises a grave mischief. The sacredness which attaches to the act of creation,-the act of thought,-is transferred to the record.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

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Books are the best of things, well used; abused, among the worst... They are for nothing but to inspire.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

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The book, the college, the school of art, the institution of any kind, stop with some past utterance of genius.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

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They pin me down. They look backward and not forward.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

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But genius looks forward: the eyes of man are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead: man hopes: genius creates.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

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The Englishh dramatic poets have Shakspearized now for two hundred years.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

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One must be an inventor to read well.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

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There is then creative reading as well as creative writing.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

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We have listened too long to the courtly muses of Europe.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

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To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart, is true for all men,-that is genius.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

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There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

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Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

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Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine Providence has found for you...

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

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Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

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Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

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"But these impulses may be from below, not from above." I replied, "They do not seem to me to be such; but if I am the Devil's child, I will live then from the Devil." No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

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Virtues are in the popular estimate rather the exception than the rule.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

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My life is for itself and not for a spectacle.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

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Few and mean as my gifts may be, I actually am, and do not need for my own assurance or the assurance of my fellows any secondary testimony.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

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We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and women are created equal...

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Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Declaration of Sentiments

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The history of mankind is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations on the part of man toward woman, having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over her.

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Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Declaration of Sentiments

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paraphrase: absolute tyranny, no vote, no representation, no rights, basically slaves, no education

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Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Declaration of Sentiments

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He has created a false public sentiment by giving to the world a different code of morals for men and women, by which moral delinquencies which exclude women from society, are not only tolerated, but deemed of little account in man.

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Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Declaration of Sentiments

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Well- I don't feel patriotic. Perhaps I might if they would stop that deafening racket...

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Fannie Fern, Independence

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Can I...? Can I...? Bah-you know I can't. "Free!" Humph!

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Fannie Fern, Independence

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Is it in feminine novels only that courtship, marriage, servants and children are the staple? is not this true of all novels?

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Fannie Fern, Male Criticism on Ladies Books

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When I see such a narrow, snarling criticism as the above, I always say to myself, the writer is some unhappy man...

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Fannie Fern, Male Criticism on Ladies Books

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Would it not be better and more manly to point out a better way kindly, justly, and above all, respectfully? or- what would be a much harder task for such critics- write a better book!

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Fannie Fern, Male Criticism on Ladies Books

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...these are the great objects of a woman's thoughts...

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Fannie Fern, Male Criticism on Ladies Books

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I should not mention this subject again, if it were not to point out to my sisters what seems to me an irresistible conclusion from the literal interpretation of St. Paul...

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Sarah Moore Grimké, Letter XV Man Equally Guilty with Woman in the Fall

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Hanging from the beam,
Slowly swaying (such the law),
Gaunt the shadow on your green,
Shenandoah!
The cut is on the crown
(Lo, john Brown),
And the stabs shall heal no more.

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Herman Melville, The Portent

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Hidden in the cap
Is the anguish none can draw;
So your future veils its face,
Shenandoah!
But the streaming beard is shown
(Weird John Brown),
The meteor of the war.

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Herman Melville, The Portent

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True!-nervous-very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

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Edgar Allen Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart

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I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily-how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

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Edgar Allen Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart

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I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture-a pale blue eye, with a film over it.

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Edgar Allen Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart

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Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief-oh, no!-it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well.

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Edgar Allen Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart

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But this feeling soon gave place to irritation. And then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of PERVERSENESS. Of this spirit philosophy takes no account.

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Edgar Allen Poe, The Black Cat

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Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart-one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not?

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Edgar Allen Poe, The Black Cat

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An old man bending, I come, among new faces,
Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children,
Come tell us, old man, as from young men and maidens that love me;

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Walt Whitman, The Wound Dresser

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(Arous'd and angry, I'd thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war,
but soon my finders fail'd me, my face droop'd and I resign'd myself,
To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead;)

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Walt Whitman, The Wound Dresser

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O maidens and young men I love, and that love me,
What you ask of my days, those the strangest and sudden your talking recalls;
Soldier alert I arrive, after a long march, cover'd with sweat and dust;

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Walt Whitman, The Wound Dresser

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But in silence, in dreams' projections,
While the world of gain and appearance and mirth goes on,
So soon what is over forgotten, and waves wash the imprints off the sand,
With hinged knees returning, I enter the doors...

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Walt Whitman, The Wound Dresser

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Bearing the bandages, water and sponge,
Straight and swift to my wounded I go,

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Walt Whitman, The Wound Dresser

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Where they lie on the ground, after the battle brought in;
Where their priceless blood reddens the grass, the ground;
...
An attendant follows, holding a tray-he carries a refuse pail,
Soon to be fill'd with clotted rags and blood, emptied and fill'd again.

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Walt Whitman, The Wound Dresser

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I onward go, I stop,
With hinged knees and steady hand, to dress wounds;
I am firm with each-the pangs are sharp, yet unavoidable;
one turns to me his appealing eyes-(poor boy! i never knew you,
Yet i think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you.)

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Walt Whitman, The Wound Dresser

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thus in silence, in dreams' projections,
Returning, resuming, I thread my way though the hospitals;
The hurt and wounded I pacify with southing hand,
I sit by the restless all the dark night-some are so young;
Some suffer so much-I recall the experience sweet and sad;
(Many a soldier's loving arms about this neck have cross'd and rested,
many a soldier's kiss dwells on these bearded lips.)

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Walt Whitman, The Wound Dresser

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I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true-
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe-

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Emily Dickinson, J. 241

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The Eyes glaze once-and that is Death-
Impossible to feign
the beads upon the Forehead
By homely Anguish strung.

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Emily Dickinson, J. 241

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I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you-Nobody-too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Dont tell! they'd banish us-you know!

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Emily Dickinson, J. 288

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How dreary-to be-Somebody!
How public-like a Frog-
To tell your name-the livelong June-
To an admiring Bog!

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Emily Dickinson, J. 288

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Some keep the Sabbath going to Church=
I keep it, staying at Home-
With a Bobolink for a Chorister-
And an Orchard, for a Dome-

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Emily Dickinson, J. 324

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Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice-
I just wear my Wings-
And instead of tolling the Bell, for the Church,
Our little Sexton-sings.

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Emily Dickinson, J. 324

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God preaches, a noted Clergyman-
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last-
I'm going, all along.

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Emily Dickinson, J. 324

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I have no accurate knowledge of my age, never having seen any authentic record containing it. By far the larger part of the slaves know as little of their ages as horses know of theirs, and it is the wish of most masters within my knowledge to keep their slaves thus ignorant.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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I was not allowed to make any inquiries of my master concerning it. He deemed all such inquiries on the part of a slave imprpoper and impertinent, and evidence of a restless child.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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`My father was a white man. He was admitted to be such by all I ever heard speak of my parentage. The opinion was also whispered that my master was my father; but of the correctness of this opinion, I know nothing; the means of knowing was withheld from me.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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For what this separation is done, I do not know, unless it be to hinder the development of the child's affection toward its mother, and to blunt and destroy the natural affection of the mother for the child.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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Called thus suddenly away, she left me without the slightest intimation of who my father was. The whisper that my master was my father, may or may not be true; and, true or false, it is of but little consequence to my purpose whilst the fact remains, in all its glaring odiousness, that slaveholders have ordained, and by law established, that the children of slave women shall in all cases follow the condition of their mothers

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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sustains to his slaves the double relation of master and father

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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My new mistress proved to be all she appeared when I first met her at the door,-a woman of the kindest heart and finest feelings.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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She was by trade a weaver; and by constant application to her business, she had been in a good degree preserved from the blighting and dehumaniszing effects of slavery.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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I was utterly astonished at her goodness. I scarcely knew how to behave towards her.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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But, alas! this kind heart had but a short time to remain such. The fatal poison of irresponsible power was already in her hands, and soon commenced its infernal work. That cheerful eye, under the influence of slavery, soon became red with rage; that angelic face gave place to that of a demon.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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Slavery proved a injurious to her as it did to me.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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Slavery soon proved its ability to diverst her of these heavenly qualities. Under its influence, the tender heart became stone, and the lamblike disposition gave way to one of tigerlike fierceness.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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I have often wished myself a beast. I preferred the condition of the meanest reptile to my own. Any thing, no matter what, to get rid of thinking!

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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my poor old grandmother, the devoted mother of twelve children, is left all alone, in yonder little hut, before a few dim embers.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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I have now reached a period of my life when I can give dates.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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Upon this he rushed at me with the fierceness of a tiger, tore off my clothers, and lashed me till he had worn out his switches, cutting me so savagely as to leave the marks visible for a long time after. This whipping was the first of a number just like it, and for similar ofences.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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I was broken in body, soul, and spirit. My natural elasticity was crushed, my intellect languished, the disposition to read departed, the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed in upon me, and behold a man transformed into a brute!

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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The circumstances leading to the change in Mr. Covey's course toward me form an epoch in my humble history. You have seen how a man was made a slave; you shall see how a slave was made a man.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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I made no effort to comply, having now made up my mind to let him do his worst. In a short time after receiving this blow, my head grew better. Mr. Covey had now left me to my fate.He told me, with great solemnity, I must go back to Covey; but that before I went, I must go with him into another part of the woods, where there was a certain root.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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but at this moment-from whence came the spirit I don't know-I resolved to fight

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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It rekindled the few expiring embers of freedom, and revived within me a sense of my own manhood.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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Their reason for this, as alleged, was, that if free colored carpenters were encouraged, they would soon take the trade into their own hands, and poor white men would be thrown out of employment.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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I, of course, kept the vow I made after the fight with Mr. Covey, and struck back again, regardless of consequences; and while I kept them from combining, I succeeded very well

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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He kept me himself, and his wife dressed my wound till I was again restored to health.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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I now come to that aprt of my life during which I planned, and finally succeeded in making, my escape from slavery.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

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I was now my own master.It was a happy moment, the rapture of which can be understood only by those who have been slaves.

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Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave