Samboe; or the African boy, by the author of “Twilight hours improved.” [M. A. Hedge.]

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Harvey & Darton, 1823 - 175 pages

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Page 130 - 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.
Page 66 - To associate all the branches of mankind ; And if a boundless plenty be the robe, Trade is the golden girdle of the globe. Wise to promote whatever end he means, God opens fruitful nature's various scenes : Each climate needs what other climes produce, And offers something to the general use ; No land but listens to the common call, And in return receives supply from all.
Page 3 - Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys...
Page 94 - Whereto thus Adam fatherly displeased. "O execrable son so to aspire Above his brethren, to himself assuming Authority usurped, 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.
Page 93 - As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy, with a bleeding heart, Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast. Then what is man ? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush And hang his head, to think himself a man?
Page 1 - Deem our nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find Worthier of regard and stronger Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings Tarnish all your boasted powers, Prove that you have human feelings, Ere you proudly question ours ! PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Page 53 - British land, Whilst now before me crowded Britons stand, — Vain, vain that glorious privilege to me, I am a slave, where all things else are free. Yet was I born, as you are, no man's slave, An heir to all that...
Page 157 - Theirs the triumph be, By deep Invention's keen pervading eye, The heart of Courage, and the hand of Toil, Each conquer'd ocean staining with their blood, Instead of treasure robb'd by ruffian war, Round social earth to circle fair exchange, And bind the nations in a golden chain.
Page 3 - To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
Page ix - The yoke of servitude in foreign climes, Sustain. Nor vainly let our sorrows flow, Nor let the strong emotion rise in vain ; But may the kind contagion widely spread, Till in its flame the unrelenting heart Of avarice melt in softest sympathy — And one bright blaze of universal love In grateful incense rises up to Heaven ! Form'd with the same capacity of pain, The same desire of pleasure and of ease, Why feels not man for man ! When nature shrinks From the slight puncture of an insect's sting,...

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