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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walt_Whitman

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http://common-place.org/book/lost-no-more-recovering-frances-ellen-watkins-harpers-forest-leaves/

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Mr. Bellmont raised his calm, determined eye full upon her, and said, in a decisive manner: "You shall not strike, or scald, or skin her, as you call it, if she comes back again. Remember!

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Mulatta, indentured servant struggle with religion

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"Did the same God that made her make me?" "Yes." "Well, then, I don't like him." "Why not?" "Because he made her white, and me black. WHy didn't he make us both white?"

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Oh Grief beyond all other griefs, when fate first leaves the young heart lone and desolate in the wide world, without that only tie for which it loves to live or fear to die; lorn as the hung-up lute, that ne'er hath spoken since the sad day its master-chord was broken! -Moore

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http://www.loverevolution.ro/2012/02/17/sentiment.html

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Yes; she was free as the golden orioles, whose hanging nests swayed to and fro amid the glossy green leaves beneath her window.

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Peculiar, (fore)shadows, gray, storms, lead, mute, vapors

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I freely believe that all I had to do was to look in faith upon the Lamb of God that made himself a free-will offering for my unregenerate and wicked soul upon the cross

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https://interminablerambling.wordpress.com/2016/08/30/832/

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Most of the spectators testified to having seen, on the breast of the unhappy minister, a scarlet letter.

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http://www.hercampus.com/school/ucd/why-scarlet-letter-actually-hilarious

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"Mother," said little Pearl, "the sunshine does not love you. It runs away and hides itself, because it is afraid of something on your bosom."

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On the breast of her gown, in fine red cloth, surrounded with an elaborate embroidery and fantastic flourishes of gold thread, appeared the letter A.

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What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?, Douglass

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What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?, Douglass

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I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim.

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What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?, Douglass

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What to the Slave is the Fourth of July?, Douglass

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Must I argue the wrongfulness of slavery?

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http://george.loper.org/interests/housing/thero/thoreau.html

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"'Consent'- you? it is not consent from you that is in question, it is consent from your wife."
"Am I not the head of my house?"
"You are not the head of your wife. God has given her a mind of her own."
"I am the head and she is the heart."

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An Indian's Looking Glass for the White Man, Apess

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An Indian's Looking Glass for the White Man, Apess

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By what you read, you may learn how deep your principles are. I should say they are skin deep.

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For, nature is not always tricked in holiday attire, but the same scene which yesterday breathed perfume and glittered as for the frolic of the nymphs, is overspread with melancholy today.

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Why should we not have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs