 GONE, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings, Where the noisome insect stings, Where the fever demon strews Poison with the falling dews. Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and misty...  Poems: By John G. Whittier, Illus. by H. Billing - Page 163by John Greenleaf Whittier - 1855 - 396 pagesFull view - About this book
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...are. in the language of the slave's poet, Whittier,— "Gone, gone, sold and gone To the rice swamp dank and lone. Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings. Where the noisome insect stings, Where the fever-demon strews Poison with the falling dews, Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and... | |
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