Poetic Fragments From American Literature
Poetic Fragments From American Literature
Poetic Fragments From American Literature
On Being Brought From Africa to America abhor those customs which treat us only as the
vassals of your Sex. Regard us then as Beings
(Phillis Whatley) placed by providence under your protection and in
immitation of the Supreem Being make use of
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
that power only for our happiness.
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there's a God, that there's a Saviour too:
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Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
James Russell Lowell
"Their colour is a diabolic die."
Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain, THEY are slaves who fear to speak
May be refin'd, and join th' angelic train. For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves who will not choose
Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,
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From the truth they needs must think;
Remember the Ladies They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.
(Abigail Adams)
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Braintree March 31, 1776
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
Tho we felicitate ourselves, we sympathize with
those who are trembling least the Lot of Boston “Friendship”
should be theirs. But they cannot be in similar
circumstances unless pusilanimity and cowardise
A RUDDY drop of manly blood
should take possession of them. They have time
The surging sea outweighs,
The world uncertain comes and
and warning given them to see the Evil and shun
goes;
it.-I long to hear that you have declared an
The lover rooted stays.
independancy-and by the way in the new Code of
I fancied he was fled,— 5
Laws which I suppose it will be necessary for you
And, after many a year,
to make I desire you would Remember the
Glowed unexhausted kindliness,
Ladies, and be more generous and favourable to
Like daily sunrise there.
them than your ancestors. Do not put such
My careful heart was free again,
unlimited power into the hands of the Husbands.
O friend, my bosom said, 10
Remember all Men would be tyrants if they
Through thee alone the sky is
could. If perticuliar care and attention is not paid
arched,
to the Laidies we are determined to foment a
Through thee the rose is red;
Rebelion, and will not hold ourselves bound by
All things through thee take
any Laws in which we have no voice, or nobler form,
Representation. And look beyond the earth,
That your Sex are Naturally Tyrannical is a Truth The mill-round of our fate appears 15
so thoroughly established as to admit of no A sun-path in thy worth.
dispute, but such of you as wish to be happy Me too thy nobleness has taught
willingly give up the harsh title of Master for the To master my despair;
more tender and endearing one of Friend. Why The fountains of my hidden life
then, not put it out of the power of the vicious Are through thy friendship fair. 1 20
and the Lawless to use us with cruelty and
indignity with impunity. Men of Sense in all Ages
Literature of the English Speaking Countries II 2
Poetic Fragments of American Writers from different periods
EMILY DICKINSON
I'm Nobody! Who are
You?
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -
don't tell!
They'd banish us, you
know.
How dreary to be
somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the
livelong day
To an admiring bog!